What lies under, in the cellar,

You either know or you don’t know —

You’ll have to admit it, frankly that

By storing something that you may walk across

While wondering about what’s there within

Your best guess is the most you’ll know.

Perhaps something valuable otherwise maybe it’s rubbish,

This old fashioned treasure chest housing

Old broken boxes, a plastic chair

What lies underneath,

Maybe even charity safeguarded for us just in case,

These cases of hope and curiosity.

 

 

The Bee's Tour With Vinita- The Netherlands