Last night the moon tossed droplets of gold
Across the woods and meadow beside my home.
The golden beauty danced into my bedroom
Like subtle fireflies chasing the dark.
Then the Creator reached down
And with gentle stroke of brush
Spread the glow across the way,
While each summer daisy and fluttering moth
Stood proud in golden hue.
Life glowed and owls exclaimed with hoots,
The glory they beheld.
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