Paradise Found 2

Were I to swim to the edge of the sea, what splendid scene should await for me? Would I behold the legendary town with glittering brick roads and king’s famed crown? Could I uncover the truth in the seed, win a place in the king’s absolute creed? Anoint my body, in sticky sap drown, paddle to Guatavita and dive down. Arise from the waters clean as a bead, to the fest of El Dorado I’d lead. No other exists so gilded, hands down, an existence of gold — building and gown. I’d join with the Muiscan folk, indeed take up residence and full life proceed to build again a foundation so sound that none could purloin the gold around. World befallen by avarice and greed, best forgotten I hardily accede. To such golden place without up or down I’d ever exist in paradise found.