A single drop of silver,
A web spun, from the purest gold.
Colors, beyond imagination,
In every shape, and size.
Precious strands of dew,
Falling from a shelf.
You turn in awe,
Unable to grasp,
The concept of this wealth,
The Royal Treasury.

Coats of armor,
unusable for the jewels,
that laden every inch,
of their gold-incrusted surfaces.

This wonder is amazing;

(Now, I'm not a poet by any means. I can't rhyme words very well because I always seem to pick the wrong words to try to rhyme, and sometimes I dislike the structure of poems...however, there are times I just can't help but write one! I've no idea what you call this type of poem. Maybe free verse?)

All the treasure
In the earth
Gold and jewels

Nothing will last
At a touch