Golden Abundance
Reflection
In the realm of plenty, she stands tall,
A vision in black, with golden treasures to enthrall.
The weight of plenty, suspended in air,
A delicate balance, beyond compare.
The faces behind, a mural of the past,
Echoes of memories that forever last.
The champagne bottles, a bounty to behold,
A symbol of joy, young and old.
In this moment, she is the keeper of delight,
A guardian of pleasure, in the soft, warm light.
The golden wrappers, like sunshine in her hands,
A promise of celebration, in this luxurious land.
The murmur of glasses, a gentle, sweet refrain,
As she presents the treasure, with a gentle, gracious strain.
In this scene of opulence, she is the serene queen,
A mistress of abundance, in a world unseen.