The Gatherer

A life of freedom starts
Gathering becomes an art
Leaving no stone unturned
Enjoying what has been yearned

Giving into pleasures
Sharing all bare treasures
Lurking in the dark
Awaits her next spark

With mornings first light
Freedom again takes flight
Exploring different heights
From men who show delight

Years will come
Years will go
Curiosity remains
This I know
Cradling singularity
Seeking popularity
The deeper you go
The more you show
She’s an eye lid batterer
The ultimate Gatherer