trembling temple

There is a temple 

with 2 entrances 

one is for the past 

one is for the present. 

Sometimes they merge. 

At one of the entrances

there is a small golden stone. One that smells like peonies in the summer.

One that gives the temple the colours of the Sun.

One that is not afraid to loose herself in a strange temple, because her shades are recognizable wherever she is willing to go. 

But the temple trembles. 

It knows the colours and the shapes of each of its stones, black or coloured, still it never encountered this kind of stone.

A stone that brings the sun in its entrance. A stone that makes it want to grow 2-3 feet taller. 

A small golden stone that reflects the sun inside his walls.