They can be the elusive fields,
Where the flowers are blooming.
And happiness plant the seeds,
Where the scars of powers are looming.
With lifestyle more mysterious,
and artful laughter hid in the soul.
Even if not all nations have pearls.
All of them are worth their weight in gold.
They wait on treasures springing from a source,
Their beautiful energy is drawn cold.
The glow of attraction awakening the resource,
They know you don’t have to be shining gold.
To get what they expect to be in love,
The urge to turn and return similar attraction.
Illusions considered seasons ripen, rises above,
Gravitation and hesitation only for a fraction.
Poverty goes on the discovery of the treasure.
Those nations that have not their own resource.
Find riches as fruits falling from a tree,
That has an overwhelming abundance.