'Publishing The Golden Days' Poem by Kevin Wang

each leaf turned around by the gentle wind
as it twists and turns like the pages of our lives
catching the sun's rays as we dream the sweet memories down
and slowly drift down as the sun is slowly swallowed away

per seed that comes with specialty
per night that brings certainty
per day grows with beauty
as it slowly drops down into the hand of a writer

peaceful grace by its gentle sea breeze
perfect days as thoughts bring down the rain
bandages bound us all like mummies
yet binds these truths and lies like a family all together

repetition to a false
painting great detail onto one's canvas
sculpturing great wonders with our fingers
but without its meaning beyond its deep end
has no such name to even start with

with a start of a race
to a middle and end
which brings terror to the bone
or the hanging by the pinky of hope for the success
waiting by the nick of time

sleek without shine
day without beauty
yet there's more than meets the eye
to see its true sweetheart by the bay of golden days

embarking the old English
celebrating by the brightened bonfire
washing the mud away
as the fears run away from you
'cause nothing but yourselves
grow out to be that strong tree
tree of light, tree of wonder, tree of adventure
and write your own days not anyone else's
'cause right now, I'm that writer below the tree's roof
as strong as the roots are these words in a binding
as strong as the meaning of the deep end

now free yourselves
and burst the pieces of yourselves
into that renewed published book
of the Golden Days