You'll often find synthetic versions of me in your favorite coat or vest, A famous golden me once launched Jason and the Argonauts' fateful quest.

Golden rows stand tall in the field, whispering secrets of the harvest. I dance within the kettle, and pop to bring joy on nights of flickering screens.

Although usually hidden from plain view, You always feel my presence behind you. If I become too much, and you want me off your back, you’d better cut me off completely or suffer my wrath.

In ancient times, I bore new cities I tended the very spark of life Firstborn goddess's divine duties Brought her to kneel by my side Once the center of the home Now an ornamental place I stand tall, I stand alone I carry my mantle with such grace

I read the sky while standing still. I turn without moving. Time obeys me.