Gold is your sister
Who surpasses you
In beauty and wealth,
Leaving you humble
And the better of the two.
For the humble give light
By candle at a dinner,
Or torch in a tunnel,
Or lantern in a garden.
Gold screams with its sparkle,
But yellow-orange whispers with its glow.
Whispers send chills down your spine,
But fill your heart with warmth.
Biographical Note for Janice Collova
Janice Collova is currently studying English and theater at Bethel University in St. Paul, Minnesota. Along with writing and acting, she also enjoys singing, skiing, daydreaming, and blogging on her website Thoughts with Jan-Jan. She hopes to one day write a play and see it performed.