24 Carat Gold Of Alaska

The charming bears and pure snow frolic within my thinker.
It’s the guardian of beauty and I feel over the moon with bewilderment.
My grandma and pop went to places of diamonds in North America,
Coming home from globetrotting with gifts for us all, mine of pure gold.

I am dazed, stumped, at sea.
It is simply the missing piece to the puzzle,
It is the sapphire gem centered in the carving,
It is a laugh in the sea of sadness.

The gold in the glass cage is,
GLOWING,    
GLISTENING,
GLIMMERING.