I found gold in the setting sun
that spread itself to some distant height.
In the sparkling waters of a tumbling stream
I found lights that shone diamond bright.
I have heard the blackbird sing
When the summer’s day its course has run.
Its pearly notes in gladness cast
to bid farewell to the fading sun.
I’ve seen silver in the flash of the trout
shimmering its way through a shady pool.
And the ruby breast of a robin appears
by a snowy bank – a winter jewel.
I have seen the Kingfisher’s dive
flash opalescent to the waters beneath,
and the gem-studded velvet of a midnight sky,
and the amethyst shade of a highland heath.
Though a priceless trove, it can never be,
the treasure, that you are to me.