Golden Abundance

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.