Buried beneath the leaves as dry as they may seem
is something beautiful.
Buried beneath the leaves is a jewel
A priceless gem a flower without a stem.
All day and night the sirens and lights they seek this treasure.
the dogs and the men foes and friends they come together
The news electric and paper tirelessly labour to spread the word.
“Haven’t you heard?”
”One trip to the grocery store and no more,”
Pictures on lampposts Cold noses sniffing ghosts in the air.
A mother screams the pain she carries. Sharp eyes scan the pages of diaries, Looks for answers.
But buried beneath the leaves is a treasure that fell asleep with her eyes open,
and X marks the spot.