We've never been
affluent,
We never have been
rich...
Yet we are wealthy our
own way,
We've carved our
special niche.
Our family jewels are
different,
From most that you've heard
of...
No thief would ever find
them,
For they are things we
love.
Our diamonds are quite
plentiful,
But sometimes can't be
seen...
For they are sparkle of the
dew,
When lit by warm
sunbeam.
Our gold is pale and
subtle moonlight,
When searching tendrils
reach...
To touch our lawn with color
that
Resembles sandy
beach.
Our rubies are quite
brilliant,
The flash of cardinal's
wings...
Far more precious every
day,
Are songs that a wren
sings.
Amethyst tinted
cumulus clouds,
Or sky of sapphire
blue...
Are jewels that take
one's breath away,
When on display for
view.
Our family jewels may be
unique,
Yet something to pass
on...
The things that made us rich
in life,
Will be here when we're
gone.
(c) 06/07/06 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: All The
Gold
