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Sweet Gold

Water flows by the river’s edge
Morning dew drips from the leaves
The flowers greet the morning sun
Waving their petals in the breeze

Petals flare open proud and bold
Attracting the smallest of nature’s souls
Colors bursting with invitation
Offering the gift of nature’s gold

One by one the bounty is shared
Its nectar sweet the perfect fare
Set down on a petal and up again
Another one waits to be explored

Colors abound in canvas and form
Filling their cache before the storm
The day gives way to the evening sky
The petals close as the sun goes down

Away fly the flowers daily friends
Waiting for tomorrow’s day to begin
A never ending story of simple delight
Repeating the cycle over again