In the midst of a treasure

Paint my eyes with gold so I might see

The beauty that lives in spite of me

A lens I lack, taking hold

Wonder will not escape this vision

For eyes of gold will witness

The majesty across the pond

The glistening of metallic rays

Floating above a bed of raindrops

that fell so graciously after they landed

There, a song is sung

Where the tears of the sky leave their print

A high rock in place as a stage

A chasm for the melody to ring

A bed of rain to carry the tune

A dancing forest underneath the heavens

Nothing rings like the wild



Writing this with no edits, stream of consciousness.... \"I wonder what I\'m thinking about,\" Says the author.