Uncurlings

In the hill was a song

Of its hiding place few knew

Of its silver shining content

All were unaware

None could ever guess what was there

Held in the life of a teacup storm

The hidden telling went unread

But of its many leaved uncurlings 

It solved all my muddles   

Yet none could see or understand

Or follow what was there

In the oyster was a pearl

Of its hiding place few knew

Of its glory-revealing fold

All were unaware

None could ever guess what was there

Held in the troubles of my heart

The hidden loveliness went unfathomed

But of its instant saving strength

It unravelled all my puzzles

Yet none could see or understand

Or follow what was there