in the morning golden leafs
flow through the wind
on golden trees

during the afternoon golden leafs
crinkle and crumple
as people walk and stumble

they admire the brightness of such leafs
and such beauty
papered onto the tree

in the evening the golden trees
turn off their light
and hide it from the world

at night the golden trees
retreat into the dark
and turn back green

because they were always green
secretly golden
and always ashamed