A golden world

• Danny Hitchcock, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2004

The pure sun rises upon our land,
Shining gold and beaming grand,
Pouring onto grass and fields of green,
The seas and oceans, the coming of breeze.
The very colour of our own world,
The colour of beauty, the sun has hurled.
Beaming onto oceans and smooth glass lakes,
Forging a part of what nature makes.
Our very own world, a world so old,
Carved with valleys and mountains behold,
Rivers and Forests, Cities and Lands of snow,
Makes a part of this world, a world that grows.
When the sun has passed and time does fade,
The sun shall set and end our day,
A night shall start and the stars shall glow,
Ending the day, to a Golden World.