Silver Strands

The silver strands they hang down low They catch the sun light and it makes them glow. The strands look golden in the sunlight But beautiful, no matter whatever the light. The snow is outside the strands look quite white But silver hanging there, in the pale moonlight. No matter where the strands are The beauty glows even from a far. They are silver they are gold, colours they absorb Wherever they are, they glow like an orb. Today’s the day the silver strands will be gone But the beauty beneath them will not be out shone My mother is having her hair done today The silver strands will soon be coloured away. The colour put through will never disguise The silvery twinkle that moves to her eyes