• Earths Treasure •

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In the rolling hills of life
A gentle stream cuts its path
Earths deepest source
Rich in minerals
Invisible to the naked eye
Treasure lays undiscovered
Hidden in the waters bed
A shimmer of light
A glimmer of hope
Place a pan into my hand
Let all flow through
The close knit mesh
Sift out what is different
Nothing but black sand

Take that sand and look deeper
Wash away the excess
Search harder
Hidden there all along
Amongst the dirt
Flakes of wonder
Little Nuggets of Pure gold
Precious and infinite
Over time with patient will
Gather enough to fuel your dreams
If it was easy
It wouldn't be so valuable
Life's treasure
Worth the effort
Beauty and worth to drive men mad
When all seems black remember there's treasure within
Rolling from the hills of life
A glimmer of hope

#general #life-journey #metaphorical-poetry #personal-growth

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