I found it. Right where I thought it was.

The path was overgrown,

the flora leaped to cover what was lost.

What is it? Just a vase. Or maybe not.

Within the vase is truth yet it remained unsought.

The woodland fauna and the river current formed an arrow

For those who listened, it pointing to right where the truth lied

But now it’s mine.

I found it. Right where I thought it was....