Leafing thru the day
as if to say,
i'm on my way
sorry i can't stay.
She came with beauty
for all to see,
golden slumber will be
bareness will come quickly.
Stripped of treasures bold
left in the cold,
where once was gold
with wonder to behold.
Given rarity not shaken
again she will awaken,
when she is taken
to heights not forsaken.
All of me believes
what my heart conceives,
magic never really leaves
thus spared by thieves.
One must stand tall
and dare not fall,
weather burdens and all
due time will call!
(THE STORY CONTINUES)