Brunei
Golden eggs are laid eternal
By a golden goose it seems,
But in the shadows of a valley,
Truth can come to light in gleams
Bedazzling to the eye
Which hides behind a tinted haze,
The rays so strong of every hue
Are sure to cause a maze
Of colour everywhere,
And confuse the outer glory,
Unless one tends to hearth and home,
And listens to the story
Handed down in stone,
Cold and firm before,
Unless one takes time to be,
And follow Universal Law.
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.