All in a golden afternoon,
Under the skies of cloudless blue,
The rivers carry fresh secrets,
New stories to mesh with time.
Painted in colors of the mind no one seems to see,
In hope, loss, grief and love,
Things people forget to let free
New shapes and sizes and evergreen stages.
Golden lights, blue skies,
It changes and bleeds, day after day.
But the sun still rises,
And the moon still sets....