Everything touched is not gold.
The borrowed time we've come to hold.
Autumn leaves at lofty heights,
Drift gently down; meet their demise.
Everything touched is not bronze.
A new day creeps in as it dawns.
Kisses the land with days anew,
Ignites the wildflower wet with dew.
Everything touched has a silver lining.
New days arrive in perfect timing.
Light soars above the mountian peaks,
Touches down in God like streaks.
A brand new day starts to unfold.
Reminders not everything touched
Turns to gold.