Silver to line and gold to lift,
My vision surrounded by the preciousness we so crave.
Those shining jewels are encased in these;
These sought after tones.
Precious me,
Gift wrapped,
Encased in these;
These sought after tones of grey and yellow.
Everything will wither and die
But gold and silver will watch and listen
to the end of it all, that last, twitching exhale.