Everything what is gold does not shine
but sometime,
if he is lucky,
when he bend to pick up the glinting,
glancing glistening light,
he find something precious there,
maybe one time out of one million time.

It wait to be discovered, like a prince
waiting for
the princess's soft kiss.
To know she like him for himself,
like his strange self.
Take the cinnamon stick
from the shelf
Share a one in a million time out of time.

Now, stop look for the precious
and the precious will find you,
you know,
tiny bits of magic,
hiding;
wait to be found.
Call he and she
with their small voices,
biding they time, in time, time will tell.