Beauty In the Bend

I have gathered myself here today Like the petals of a dogwood flower in May Everyone's presence plays a vital role In the beauty of the blossom that occurs When Joining a soul to a soul They say that at each base of a rainbow There sits a pot of sparkling gold And that the oldest trick in the book Never dies nor grows old... You see the foolish scramble in every direction Making circles as they search for the end Leaving the wise to reap the riches From the beauty in the bend