Awoken Treasure

Carved out from the rocks
Melted
Shaped
Cut, polished, smooth
Bought
In the box, gathering dust
Picked up, dust blown off.

Traditionally crafted from wood by the ancient Aboriginal heirs of the land
Just like the instrument it resembles, the memories come back
Its previous owner now gone.

Middle opal glows like fire when held in the sun
A golden haze shining on my face as sunlight illuminates it
Mine now, a treasure passed on
Forever to light up the world
Comforting, warm, precious metal
Nestled in my hand, to be passed on forever
My treasure.
My memories.