Treasures Along the Way

We are five, we are ninety-two,
sometimes shining gold, others flying sky blue.

We are Beethoven symphonies and ballads and blues,
with Picasso and Van Gogh in all their hues.

We are pencil and paper but speedy computers too,
with AI and robots and rockets that flew.

We are cardinals and robins and pigeons galore,
with turkeys and geese and many more.

Some are palms, others are evergreen,
Each in its own way, a beautiful scene.

Whether we be ocean or sand,
We continually give back to the land.

Whether we be silent or brave,
there is always someone to save.

We are hope and we are light,
Against all the darkness, we must fight.

Twenty-five, forty or sixty-two,
There is so very much we can do.

Never, ever give up or give in,
We must put on our most courageous skin.

Beauty, faith, hope and love,
coming from His throne above.

Reaching higher and higher,
filled with eternal fire.

All things beautiful will become one,
Love envelops all and it is done.

Written by Becky Hull
Jan. 5, 2023