Treasure Box
It’s the end of the world
in this dream that rests in eternity.
We have lost the outside to poisons
made by our own hands.
This thought carries so much pain.
Heartbreak
for our lost animals
but here, inside the abandoned office
next to the empty soda machine
and paper that was once trees
I find the magic you
and everything is put right
both inside and out
and the treasure box I hold
has only trinkets
but you love it anyway,
and we plant it in the last wild wood.
–Willow Croft