The Treasure of Life
Discovering the riches within
In the embroidery of life, a fortune lies,
A precious jewel that frequently misrepresents,
Secret inside the occasions, both of all shapes and sizes,
The genuine abundance of presence, the best of all.
It’s not gold or silver, nor wealth amassed,
Yet, the affection we give and the minutes that are built to do the distance,
The chuckling we share, the tears we’ve shed,
The recollections we make, in our souls they’re spread.
The fortune of life, it’s not in a chest,
Anyway, the reverence we do all that could be within reach with,
In the generosity we show, the enjoyment we spread,
In the dreams we pursue and the words we’ve said.
It’s the kinships we produce, the bonds we make,
The magnificence we find, in each destiny,
The straightforward delights, a dusk’s shade,
The glow of a grin, the sky so blue.
In the fortune of life, we track down our direction,
At the times we live, step by step,
So love each second, embrace the hardship,
For in life’s basic minutes, lies the genuine fortune of life.
