A special letter to me

Inside my treasure box
Memories for me
Lying down there, a special object to me

In a golden envelope
All shiny and shimmery
It stood there, waiting, longing for me
A crumpled white paper
May seem like a little
Open it up it truly is no riddle
There it stands all written in pen
It tells me how knowledge is the source

It says
Knowledge is my friend
‘For one day it may be that you attend a gathering and you be it’s leader and it’s source of pride’
This is my special object and my source of pride

Inside my treasure box
Memories for me
Lying down there a special letter to me