Treasures have a widening spectrum,
With forms of these duly noted.
Scaling down from more to less,
The frivolous not to be demoted.
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There’s the sea, the sky, pink clouds at dusk.
The trees and flowers that skirt a lake.
The wind across a rippling pond,
And every precious breath we take.
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Wise words, a loving heart,
An open door, arms held wide,
Laughter, joy, music, song,
The bubbles in a foaming tide.
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A helping hand, an answered prayer,
A sense of hope, a tender look.
A rising sun, a night bird’s call,
A starlit sky, a babbling brook.
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Treasures have a widening spectrum,
With a scattering duly seen.
A flower’s petal, a needed smile,
Far too many here to glean!
