It doesn’t have to be

Golden Buckets, houses and chairs,

or that chandelier, hanging from the roof right up there,

It could be

Wrappers, cars, butterflies,

they are usual things,

but what if I told you,

a sunflower was on a tree

or there was a crystallised leaf?

You’d jump with glee,

happiness and relief,

you’d stop crying and look up to see,

now back to that golden house we go,