Simple things make the world turn,
Though they are not always noticed.
Their value is infinite,
Yet their price is lost in the wind.
Taken for granted,
Until it is lost, out of our reach,
Like a bird flies away.
Only never to return,
Gone for all eternity.
Wishing to be said.
On the tip of our tongues,
But lost within our heads.
Floating in a lonely sea.
Within the vault of our mind,
Until we meet again.
Only now, when you are gone,
Does one realize how profound you are,
Like a buried treasure,
One's significance is one realized when it is gone.
Lost at the bottom of the sea,
Until the diver finds you once again.