Golden Brown

In Golden Brown I realised the perfectly Golden leaves falling gently, the flawless maple trees as orange as a gorgeous crown, and brown piles of branches humming quietly. l heard the the statue of the Golden Princess singing her love story, the forgotten harpy of posiden falling to the ocean bed, and brown birds chirping like a deep voiced prince. l felt the brown seeds of sunflowers sliding through my hands, the silky Golden treasures slivering around me, and a silent fairy tickling my hand. l smelt the royalness coming from a old castle, the loyalty of the forest, and a touch of flowers. To Be Continued... By: Sasha An Ernst