Gold
What is gold?
It is light-play on a warm summer’s day,
the sun filtering down upon Gaia’s face,
warming her children with it’s embrace.
Gold is tangerine clouds reflecting the sun’s face
while flowers refract it back into space.
Gold is warm like puppies, too
and fuzzy bees; yes, who knew?
Gold reaches down and gathers up
earth’s energies, in it's loving cup;
it’s harmony in nature I find;
all can see it, even blind.
It’s a magical place of light and color,
true elation in Technicolor.
Gold is really all around,
with open hearts it can be found.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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