Bounty

Twin streams flowing from lakes that see the depths Of one’s heart and soul Flowing to a treasure chest wrapped tight with Chain, lock and key Once open, its treasure exposed Radiant and glistening in the sun Until spoiled, soiled by unclean hands and heart Unkind, deceptive spirits, prying Beneath the pearls and gold Digging to the bottom to unearth the creative forces within Tearing, biting, tossing to and fro Destroying the beauty Leaving it unkempt, broken, no longer shining Until the winds close it And the chains slowly wrap around it once again, Quietly locked, no longer displaying the beauty within Falling gently to the floor of the lake touched only By twin streams flowing freely