In this box is a mystery
What’s inside is history
The only one who may ever know
Live a long time ago
As you wonder where it may be
But first you really need the key

With golden lines all around
And just the perfect hint of brown
The box is as blue as night sky
And can not be seen by the human eye
For it is in the darkest of caves
Possibly getting hit by waves

For all I know about this box
It shows up during one (winter) equinox
It will shine so very bright
But only for that one short night
For when the moon is high
Up in the night sky

Only then you’ll know
That the box will show
The path to the cave
If you are very brave
Then you may know what’s in the box
Just behind the rocks…

A smile is a frown,
that is totally upside down
With teeth and a grin
the happiest you’ve ever been
Some cheer and joy,
Just like a new toy
Your eyes are wide,
and your fears hide
For their is a smile
far as a mile
Upon your face
as a drawing or a trace
They sometimes stick
Or go down like a wick
Sometimes they stay awhile
for me a smile is a smile
They can also be a key
because that’s what they are to me

I know a little Ducky
He likes to have fun and play,
Though he doesn’t quack like any other
But in a higher pitch instead,
He looks a little too yellow
And his beak a little too orange,
But that doesn’t bother him
For he is unique unlike the others,
Most of the time he has so much fun
Because he plays with bubbles all day long,
And a running waterfall at the very end
Pushing all the bubbles his way

Though he doesn’t know
Where the blue water goes,
At the end of the day
When the sun goes down,
With all the bubbles popped
There is not one in sight no more,
And the waterfall has stopped
He still keeps a small smile on his face,
As he gets put back on his shelf
With all the other toys,
Knowing there will be another day
He can have more fun and play