Worth

The treasure of the Earth
Cannot be weighed in ounces of gold and silver
Cannot be quantified in barrels of crude
Cannot be measured in million board feet
Those are only the fool’s lode

The treasure of the Earth
Is sung as Meadowlarks greet the dawn
The bugle of the Bull Elk heralds the hunt
The wolf’s howl sanctifies the night

The treasure of the Earth
Is felt upon bare feet traversing ocean washed sand
Is refreshing dive deep into glacier clear waters
Is the swift current of the river carrying our dreams on

The treasure of the Earth
Is tasted in the spring dew dripped strawberry
Is the tart handful of huckleberries
The crisp frost sweetened apple

The treasure of the Earth
Is seen from rugged rock faced mountain top
The vast expanse of open prairie going on and on
The cavernous canyons sheer walls

The treasure of the Earth
Is smelt in vanilla pine bark
The sweet exhilarating rain falling from cedars
The rich saturated soil

The treasure of the Earth
Is in experience