the seeker and the sought after
gold will never tarnish

the desert is vast
from oasis to oasis

gold is too heavy a burden
are you sure you really seek it

to have travelled light
almost a constant mantra

naked you came into being
and you will leave, with nothing.

They begin to sing before the light of day
When night has just begun to fade away
And it is a new day.

With dawn's light they take to wing
And begin the day with many things,
Morning song, bugs and seeds.

To my Friends and Fellow Poets!

Maddy