Each of us hope
that someday we'll know,
Riches and
stacks of gold...
Yet we are
privileged when we find,
A
special golden road.
One that's
peaceful without stress,
That calms us
when most needed...
Look no further
than the one,
That Mother
Nature seeded.
The colors there
takes breath away,
Each one a
perfect hue...
An artist would
be pushed to paint,
To capture
colors true.
Just once a year
we find that which,
Year round we
dream and seek...
Preserve the
calm and beauty both,
In mind for next
brief peek.
Our riches are
not measured,
In money we can
spend...
Wealth is found
on a golden road,
And what lies
round the bend.
Hand in hand,
you and I,
Will walk down
that Golden Road...
Let it lift our
burdens high,
Take
away any heavy load.
©
10/03/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Golden
Ring
