I can show you wondrous things;
Illuminated diamonds and rings.

The trees and the earth,
Colors not yet seen.
Chambers of gold,
Trinkets of gold

Want a story?
I’ve got dozens!
Unraveling all the sudden. . .

Write this down.
Keep it safe.
In this shrouded place:

“Like a million eons
  Suddenly came upon

A fault in the cranium
As Rare as titanium

A common nature
I must savor
Birthing it to life
Then carving with a knife”

Is this why the caged bird sings?