Gold is a sunny time in the middle of the day, Gold's children, yellow and bronze in the day, they all will play. Gold is feeling like a king, reigning over everything. Gold is during early spring when all the bluebirds turn to sing. Gold is rings, dreams and whimsical things. Little gold trinkets sparkle and dance, all in their own tiny trance.
Gold is exquisite, dancing, divine.
Gold is a clock keeping the time. Gold is like a soft hand on your shoulder, suddenly growing bolder and bolder. The sound of gold is bells ringing and tinkling, massaging your thoughts while you're thinking. Gold's cousin is silver, delicate, delightful and dainty, a tiny little sliver. Gold is the smell of freshly baked bread, all these thoughts spinning in your head.