along the shore i walk
bumping past unfamiliar, ordinary faces
a gloomy day ahead of me
amidst the somber waters, a gleaming Object catches my eye
fearful of drawing attention to my Treasure, i keep calm
my eyes linked to the Jewel as not to lose It
crashing down It comes, alongside the waves
a slight glimmer from the Treasure is enough to call attention to It
what once was my hidden Gem is now the world's
dozens of treasure hunters gather at the coast
waiting...
waiting for my beautiful Treasure to reach the shore
in despair, i work myself back to my beach towel
"surely these expert treasure hunters will obtain It before me"
by now, It has washed up
hundreds are there to see It
quickly, from afar, i notice the hunters are unpleased by what they see
little by little, each hunter beings to leave in disappointment
what was once a pack of 100 hungry hunters is now a group of 3
how could they not want such beautiful Treasure?
i pick myself up and hurry over to the shore
by now everyone is gone
down i look...
to the golden painted wooden box that lays in the open
i bend over and pick up my Treasure
damaged by the wrath of the ocean

inside the box sits a simple yet beautiful wooden cross
worthless to the common treasure hunter
priceless to the Right Man