From the heart of the earth, it rises bright,
Shimmering threads of ancient light.
In the cradle of time, its beauty lay,
A beacon of dreams, guiding the day.

Whispered tales of golden hues,
Through whispered winds and morning dews.
A tapestry woven in sunlit grace,
Reflecting warmth in every face.

In silent shadows, it softly gleams,
A keeper of secrets, a weaver of dreams.
Its gentle touch, a promise old,
A story of life in threads of gold.

As stars align in night’s embrace,
Gold stands eternal, a timeless trace.
A dance of light, a tale retold,
In every heart, its magic unfolds.