A Treasured Gift Poem by Alaude Solus

The finest treasure cannot be handheld.
Neither can it be bought nor can be sold.
But this treasure can only be withheld
By the purest of hearts that kindness felt.

Seeking this treasure won’t take a day.
It is around us in every way.
This might be different to how we say.
In our hearts, friend, foes, and families stay.

It is one of the gifts from our Lord, GOD.
Something that would not make us mad or sad
A gift that will always make people glad
“What is this treasure that we always had? ”