Hidden Treasure

~ Pencil and Ink on Paper ~

Real treasure lies here
Those for themselves will never find it
Rocks rolling and shuffling
Fingertips turning numb
They fall in desperation
Charcoal smudged across their cheeks
Real treasure lies here
Not the kind that fills your pockets
An orchestra of movement
Living for designed purpose
Those who climb will never reach it
Only those who seek it
With humble hearts and honest hands
Real treasure lies here