The Golden Child

The sun touched her reverently with its rays,

The breeze gently moved the black locks off her face,

The stream brushed her feet with a cool tingle

While the moon longed to just watch her eyes twinkle;

But the stars- the stars burned for an eternity,

waiting for the day she would join them

to look upon the inevitable fate of posterity

And glow the brightest, up in the night sky.