As I walk through growing dusk cold wind blows scattering dry leaves stones do lie about my feet hidden secrets that I could see if I would stop and pick one up what hidden treasures might I find a geode filled with crystals bright glittering gems shining bright a fossil from a ancient day memory of what was now locked away perhaps a jewel there might be just waiting there for me to find yet in the darkness I do not care I walk on do not stop to see so many stones have I once held too many stones I’ve tossed away in growing night as wind does chill continue I just on my way perhaps in dawn of nother day shall I search and treasures find