The treasure box

She didn’t ask for silver dreams,

Nor jeweled crowns, nor royal gleams.

She knelt and whispered, soft and low,

A wish for others—hope to grow.

And oh—the box began to glow,

A quiet flame, a golden flow.

It heard her soul, her silent part,

The treasure chest that felt her heart.

It rose above the earthly ground,

With pearls and coins that twirled around.

Not called by want, but selfless grace,

To find the ones in need of place.

For kindness speaks in voiceless ways,

And lights the dark in gentle rays.

Even gold, when touched by care,

Can float like stars through giving air.

So fly, sweet box, and gently roam,

To every child without a home.

A girl once gave without a plea—

And woke the magic meant to be