The Golden Key (an insight on a woman's self asteem)

Under the rubble, a golden key lay.
Sparkling in the summer light,
waiting for an observative eye to catch sight of her beauty
the summer heat exacerbates
flaking the venerable gold coating.
From 80F to 90F to 100F
the temperature rises.
the golden key just lays there
hoping to be picked up by a pedestrian.
The keys shape warps due to the harsh climate.
But the key is still confident in the fact that
if just one person sees her beautiful appearance
that they will keep her,
love her,
cherish her.
But no one comes by.
Summer passes and here comes fall.
Leaves fall,
caking the key's beautiful body with dirt and grit.
Her gold feature, blemished by a thick layer of smudge.
fall passes
winter arrives
freezing her, resulting in her golden alloyed skin to crack.
Then comes spring,
with it comes rain. Acid and normal,
both prove to be detrimental to the key's health.
The rain stains the key an ugly brown.
And by the time summer comes back around,
the key has lost all hope in finding a rescuer.
Her skin blemished,
her shell stained,
her confidence and beauty shattered by nature.