Treasuring Found

Of what Beauty

Is the Moon

With no black canvas

To rest upon?

To what means

Do the Stars prize shine

With no night sky won?

What purpose

Does a Sunset possess

With no dying day?

Where is the Golden

In silence

With no noisy fray?

Where is the Joy

In Success

Without

The pain of failure and delay?

The comfort

In Surety

Without

The occasional insecurity?

I remember Lost

For this

I Fully Treasure Found..

Deaf ears that

Can finally hear

So clear

Exquisite Sound

The Angelic Beauty

That abounds

And surrounds...

The song

Of Spring flowers

As they revive

A dead winters Ground...

A Grateful Heart

That smiles upon

All that was once lost

Yet Now Found...