Gold is the color of his hair in the sun light,
Golden locks cover the grey cloudy eyes underneath.
Gold is what I feel when I lay in the sun,
Feeling the warm sun cascade down into the room,
Gold is the color of my cats eyes,
They are like tiger eyes,
Small slits in the middle of the round golden orbs.
Gold is the color of my mom's jewelry,
Always suspended in the universe around her neck,
Every night it is put in its place,
Always picked up the next morning in a rush.
Gold is honey, made from bees,
Bees are almost god like in their ability to make this sweet treat,
They protect it with their life, as it should be.
Gold is the color pencil not put in a ten pack,
It is unique are rare.
Gold is always pushed aside,
Not many people say gold is their favorite color,
When I was young I thought gold was too amazing to be a favorite color
It was spectacular in all its shiny beauty.
Gold is my favorite color.