Golden Pools
When sunlight floods the woods
It draws us as magnets
To it’s fullest places.
Compelled onwards we run
As if chasing rainbows.
Dense leaves turn a brighter shade,
Exposing their fragility,
Revealing skin, veins,
And timeless links to we
Who play child-like beneath them
As ants in the grass.
Hypnotised we chase the golden light
That melts enticingly through
Canopies of green
To form vast pools
Full of the promise of warmth.
If they would only last.
PW.
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