Pebbles Of Gold Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

It's the wondrous, marvelous, destiny,
Of your intimate elegance in our chemistry.
Like a shooting star within our vision,
Or a genuine pebble of gold on a mission.

I marvel as springtime makes love seem to blossom.
It's seen in little raccoons and cute baby opossums.
Pebbles of gold in butterfly wings,
Pictures of silver from the sun's warming beams!

Balloons pop as they rise in the stratosphere high,
With prayers for lost loved ones whose days have gone by.
The fresh breath of springtime wafts breezes unseen,
But He knows the direction that each breath has been.