Radiating fiercely from a bright sunrise
As the sun rose gently in the dawning sky
It was so bright and fierce that it burned my eyes
I stumbled up and went to see the glow
And out the window, I heard the cry of crows
They sang in perfect union as if putting on a show
They stood on telephone wire, and they stood all in a row
“What is the impending danger? I asked. “What is it that you know?”
They said nothing, stared back at me, and then they cried once more.
Then the sky saw a lightning flash and heard a thunder roar
The crows were shaken, frightened to their core
Their fearful flight made the wire rattle, emitting a deafening sound.
I covered my ears, grinded my teeth, and fell to the ground.
The sky was darkened with clouds and rain
The crows flew fast, in fury and in pain
My eyes were sore and my ears were still ringing
An angel appeared, and it seemed to be lightly singing.
I couldn’t hear it, but I could speak
So I asked, “What do you want, what is it that you seek?”
With a snap of its fingers, the angel made the ringing stop
With another snap, suddenly there we were, standing on the rooftop
The clouds were gone and the rain had ceased
In the distance were the crows, flying to the east
Afraid of being burned again, I looked down to the ground
“Have no fear,” said the angel. “There is treasure to be found.”
“Look at the horizon,” ordered the angel. “Stare into its might.”
My eyes were not burned this time, but I was blinded by the Light.