Treasure chest sitting alone in the dry land.
Your beauty worn away by harsh winds and sand.
Once an object of brilliance to be admired and adored.
Now tattered by age, now an object that is ignored.
Longing to shine again in radiance as you did in the day you were designed.
Longing to display your elegance through your brass and carved wood so refined.
There was a time when your beauty attracted those around you, and they longed to see your riches inside.
But as a result of storms and hardships, that beauty has faded, and you’ve just been set aside.
The key that once revealed your inner contents is no longer around.
And as you look at what you’ve become, you pray it’s never found.
Then someone comes along and stumbles upon you one day.
They see your rusted hinges and your finish weathered and gray.
Yet they don’t continue on as so many have, they stay and gaze at what they see.
And they look beyond this sight before them, envisioning what a thing of beauty you could be.
Through the course of time they scrub and polish, and soon you are no longer that battered old box.
You’re thankful for all they have done, yet you sit in fear of them discovering how this treasure chest unlocks.
Your riches have been buried for many years, by now tarnished and covered with grime.
But they’ve found the key, the clasps are open, will they see only grit and slime.
Once again they look beyond the dust and dirt, and priceless gems are all they behold.
From the start they saw potential, and wouldn’t give up until they saw it unfold.
Every person is a treasure chest, and their riches lie in their hearts.
And when someone takes time to care, that’s when the restoration starts.