Not hidden and not latent, just not revealed or apparent,Not buried and not reserved, just not obvious or declarant.
'Tis a simple treasure unexposed to the world,
Her story still guarded and to few it is told.
A story of hugs and kisses galore -
A story of nice people, warm smiles, and oh so much more.
Much like a walnut unexposed is this place,
Where beauty and love together embrace.
Where the greatest treasures and fears are kept,
Where the cold Winters with cozy nights are met...
Where the innocent turn into beautiful people,
Where homes cultivate and lives become -
All together and amazing, the place where I'm from.
And much like a walnut with its treasures unexposed,
My own memories, fears, and loves it still holds.
