GOLD

In a world of treasures untold, There's a precious metal, so bold. It shines and sparkles, oh so bright, It's called gold, a wondrous sight. Gold, oh gold, so pure and rare, A treasure beyond compare. It's found deep within the Earth's embrace, A shimmering dream, a golden grace. Gold, a word with many faces, A term that takes us to different places. It could be a color, a medal of pride, Or a symbol of wealth, a joy to confide. In tales of old, the heroes bold, Embarked on quests for treasures untold. They sought the gold, a prize so grand, To hold it in their mighty hand. If you find a pot of gold, they say, Your wishes will come true that day. So dream big and aim high, Let your golden wishes touch the sky. Random page: Syahrul Yasin Limpo