If a bird stole
Your Prized Possession
You'd hate that bird
Want to Catch it
And get what's yours back.
If you got it back
And it got wedged between two bricks
You'd try to pry them apart
Curse and Swear
'Till it was free.
If your little sister
Took your special thing
And squeezed it so hard
You'd think it might break
You'd yell, you'd snatch
'Till you finally got it back.
Then you'd find it's value
And show the world
What it's worth
You'd finally release it
Back to your sister and the bird and the brick.
Because you'd know
What you have is
Irreplaceable.
But those are all if's and would's.
I don't know if a bird took it;
Or if rocks and brick wouldn't let it grow
Or if your sister or weeds killed it.
I just know that
You're without your
Prized Possession
Whether you know
What it is
Or not.