Golden, Crimson, Bronze

Golden, crimson, bronze shots
As proof of life's beauty.
Cotton clouds as sky dots
Witness World's almighty.

Emotions spiral deep inside
To remember us as we breathe
That we must all be gratified
Before having to see the Lethe.

While common mortals search for mint success
Drowning in an idea out of reach,
Ignoring from the wind the soft caress,
From the sun the warm heat, and the grass' twitch
Above in the heavens the Gods care less
'Bout this created species, death to preach,
For we don't understand that happiness
Can offer us other ways to be rich.

Boundlessly grateful we should be
To notice the birds' fluted song
And as much because we can see
Colors that to Nature belong.

As Time passes by,
Let's enjoy the world's marks
Starting with, we can try,
Golden, crimson, bronze sparks.