Just A Lens Poem by Paul Moosberg

The sun was at high noon
With a circle in the air
Of colors holding hands
No golden pot to bear

I looked and linked some thoughts
What else could do that thing
A magnifying glass
Surrounded with a ring

Then I start to question
To make a liquid lens
Or make it out of gas
With noble types of trends

Maybe out of plasma
With ways to bend the light
Magnifying pictures
As atoms will excite

Make a clear containment
Then pressurize it all
With liquid or a gas
Attracting light to fall