A flash of gold in the stream of my life A small nugget of gold at first As taken into the light, he shown upon those around him in spirit, mind, and body Always ready to play, whatever the day Until the sun which makes all life shin took the nugget of gold back to the forge
Now I must return to panning in the stream of my life As it winds by many banks and someday, becomes a river, and after that merges with another sparking river After many waterfalls and rocks it will eventually wind back to the sea Through it all, it will carry the dust and memory from the shining nugget of gold
