A mushroom grew up,
with a yellow bright golden tone,
on the green grass of home
It looked too beautiful to touch,
between the towering pines,
upon my silent morning time
as we stood there face to face,
in a state of morning grace
as it reflected its golden sunshine,
across my face in a moment of time,
that could never be replaced and
to beautiful not for me to paint
with my words and lines with its sunshine,
still reflecting its golden shine upon my smiling face
A Morning Reflection
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