Only To Turn Your Inner World's Gold Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sometimes, I've even seen a willow leaf
having those red marks of the third eye of wisdom.
And now look, your lips are like a willow leaf,
curling when it has received the sunlight.
So many well-wishers blessings, what can you do
but remember, every fresh day is a spring too,
every other day is-a-burning-hot summer.
And covers you from head to toe in kisses
and when those kisses have yellowed-
remember, they do so
only to turn your inner world's gold.