a truer gift

she walked along the forest path
a woven basket in her grasp
she sometimes paused and would bend down
collecting treasure she had found
some might judge these trophies odd
pine cones, leaves, sticks, mud clods
but now she walks in your direction
to share her jewels, to show affection
can you allow your heart to see
piles of stars, the true beauty
of something shared from real attention
a truer gift defies invention