Golden Flower

When you hold
A golden flower
You step into a world
Without any anger

You are here
With that life
You could end
Its life’s strife

It is just so gentle
So serene in its features
Its life is for growing
And making fields of flowers

Just sit and listen
To their gentle whispers
Feel the brush
Of life by the river

So just know
That your life is not bad
You could really be
Changed to a footpad