I have a special treasure box, Where I keep some precious things To lift my spirits when they're low-- What warmth and joy they bring! There's memories of spring flowers From tiny seeds I grew, And clouds that billow in the wind, Against a sky of blue. I recall rainbows arching high, From summer's soaking rain, And berries eaten from the bush That leave a purple stain. I think of friends and family, Though years and miles apart; Where do I keep these special things? I keep them in my heart!