Treasure

Written by: Edmond Ornelas

   

It is not of silver and gold
   But of young and old
Gleaming eyes,Smiling face
   Dreams I chase
Star light
   Moon lit night
A babbling creek
Wispering wind
Time and space
   Leather and lace
A childs smile
   Their company a while
Fathers voice,Mothers touch
Sisters and brothers
   Never a bother
Treasures over looked 
   SoI write in my book