On the edge of dawn, where gold meets the sky,
The sun awakens, spreading light far and nigh.
Each ray a promise, each beam a dream,
Painting the world in a golden gleam.

In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
Golden leaves whisper secrets of the day.
The gentle breeze carries tales untold,
Nature’s stories, woven in threads of gold.

By the river’s edge, where waters flow,
Golden reflections in the twilight glow.
Waves dance softly, in a rhythmic trance,
Mirroring the sun’s last golden glance.

As night descends with a starry shawl,
Gold fades gently, but memories enthrall.
Dreams of gold in the silent night,
Await the dawn of a new golden light.