In the dawn’s embrace, the gold awakes,
Painting skies with its radiant tales.
A whisper of light in each gentle breeze,
Guiding hearts through golden seas.

Beneath the ancient trees of time,
Gold leaves shimmer in the sun’s chime.
Echoes of history in their silent glow,
Stories untold in the rivers’ flow.

In the heart’s chamber, gold does reside,
A promise of warmth, where dreams abide.
Its gleam a beacon in the nights so cold,
A silent guardian, brave and bold.

As the day fades into twilight’s fold,
Stars emerge in a dance of gold.
A celestial ballet, timeless and free,
A golden tapestry across the vast sea.