Chapter 8
Golden in the Grey
Overcast and dull the sky, still my petals catch and cry — glow soft gold where shadows lie, warmth enough to get us by.
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Overcast skies dim the world around,
no brilliant glow to paint the ground —
just soft, flat light and mist that lingers long,
where even the birds forget their song.
But I hold fast the gold within my bloom,
wear it bright against the heavy gloom.
Clouds may veil the sun and cool the air,
they cannot steal the colour I can wear.
My petals catch whatever light there is,
turn faint rays into something warm and his —
warmth enough to keep my children fed,
hope enough to lift my weary head.
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