The Golden Maid

It all began on the morn
When by the Word of God the earth
was born.
The earth, she is a maiden beautiful
bursting with joy and songs musical.
She is like a child,
unpredictable, and wild,
who must be cared for,
and waits for the day to be reconciled.
She wakes in the morn,
at the break of dawn,
and dresses her slender form.
She puts on a gown of green,
And colors bright,
pink and purple, blue and white.
With joy she adorns
herself with colors gay
bracelets, rings, and jewelry
and can be heard sweetly singing throughout the day.
As the time goes by,
She begins to tire and sigh,
Her gown becomes untidy, and unkempt,
the brightness of her jewels begins to wane
and die.
Her father leads her by the hand,
the day is dying; it is time for bed.
She adorns herself with a new gown,
Encloses her brow a silver crown,
A river of sapphire she wraps around
Her slender, lovely waist.
She exchanges her gown of green for one of gold,
and gay ribbons of colors bold.
Yellow, auburn, and brilliant scarlet
adorn her new and clean garment.
The fibers forming the ribbons red, begin the unravel,
like drops of blood.
Drop, drop, like drops of blood
slowly falling to the ground,
until the ribbon is gone and dead.
“Now,” says her father, “it is time for bed.”
He lays down his child to sleep,
Over her He shall always keep.
The child lays down her weary head, the last
rays of the sun’s gold crest
shining on her face.
Her father tucks her beneath the white
bedsheets of sparkling diamonds bright.
She finally sleeps, and her song is now silent
As she takes her winter’s rest
Under the careful watch of her beloved father
who has given her everything blessed.

Written by K.H. , one of my wonderful biology students during the 2018-19 school year