Oh, how blind we can be
To the treasure that is in life.
How we wrongly search land and sea..
Breaking our spines in strife.
The treasure lies in the smile ;
In a baby's glistening eyes.
O, watch for a lingering while
The sun before the day dies.
The rhythm of pounders of corn..
The quick knocking of knees..
To music from a cow horn.
The scent of foliage in the woods..
The golden voice droning long...
The ripple of muscle carrying goods..
And what I have treasured for so long
Your heartbeat's sweetest song.
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