Dripping wet weepy  gold droplets imaginatively spun on trees,
a less than poetic splatter on plain ground  slowly saturated,
stun the half asleep early morning riser to their,mission,
the thoughtful tenacious one who reflects in rivulets of colour,
can the amalgam they just witnessed evolve without hindrance in view,
into a manifest potent fertile growth of worthiness that edifies,
or is that merely a naive faith without compass,
without rudders, a colour coded map, the inkling within,
to opulent observer who seeks a pristine truth untarnished,
they seek in bold dimensions hues of iridescent panoply imbued,
impetuous rapture isn’t an asset to the pilgrim passer-by,
they crave an anchor in decorative branch, bloom and beach,
but not eschewing urban ventures that rally crystal mind whose vision,
not shortened or abbreviated by bland dismissal of city pigeonhole,
such philosophers on a quest inject balance into decisiveness,
whilst filtering and factoring the tints and tinge of every setting,
their believe system may appear overly optimistic but never opportune,
without a mental coalition of plausible creed embedded in approach,
integrating wild leaf flurry, granite stone  chasm, dry river bed,
with raw seabed carragheen swish,
wisps of sumptuous azurite, malachite, phenocryst surely moulded,
in configurations that escape from those who cling to a crystalline creed,
whose shapes sculpted by the intense power of belief in oneself,
as an ally or alliance imbibe this colour scenic world ,
its joys and heavens are at your fingertips,
how astounding sources of restorative faith naive or otherwise,
proliferate in spots haunting and divinely dispersed,
nab and seize sunrise and sunset menagerie of pulchritude,
I beseech not to dodge or overlook the haven you seek,
in  a concatenation so coincidental when those who long for fountains,
blossom beacons beckon as glad garland lure,
tinsel train trundle in sound halo first light easel,
cherry fruit chattering amid the August summer copse,
graceful  seagulls scrape church spires in sun dust clouds,
regardless of spot, scene or setting the authentic creed detained,
matrices of malachite majesty entice the migrant muse,
I can reinvigorate my quintessential queries with aplomb though not bland,
this task embarked upon has few if any prescient prompts to grasp at,
disparaging as it appears I will never surrender something as astounding as faith,
this determined campaign enthused with integrity will yield a quite tangible reward