A Treasure Rare

In the shadows of the night,

A treasure rare comes into sight,

With beauty unmatched, it doth glow,

A sight to behold, a rarest show.

With petals soft, and colors bright,

A flower blooms, a rare delight,

Its scent, a sweet and heady brew,

It's beauty, one that's hard to view.

A treasure rare, a precious gem,

A thing of beauty, a diadem,

With facets bright, and edges sharp,

It gleams and glows, a treasure harp.

In the darkness of the night,

A treasure rare, a rare delight,

With beauty unmatched, it doth shine,

A thing of wonder, a rare design.

But such things rare, are often sought,

By those who would their worth have bought,

And so, like beauty, they may fade,

A treasure rare, in memory laid.

So, let us cherish while we may,

This rarest treasure, on display,

And hold it close, within our hearts,

For beauty rare, is beauty's part.