We often think of treasure as
Gold and diamonds
Priceless and indestructible
But there are some treasures
That are fragile
They can be priceless
For years, decades, and centuries
But take your eye off of them
Distracted by lesser things
And they can turn to ash
In an instant
Those who went before
Look on and weep for the treasures
They worked, fought, and died
To give you
As they blow away
In the gentle breeze
Mighty Anchor 