Pot of Gold

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The wind howled in the night, beside the lake, beneath the trees
Sitting in a rock, remembering certain parts of her memories
She left the ones she love to chase her dream
Believing that when she would reach it, happiness would scream

Her dream was to search for the treasure
To make her life comfortable and to ease the pressure
But the long search for that gold was a journey that made a huge realization
That what her grandfather said was like a riddle that when deciphered, reveals the answer- a life lesson

She stopped searching for the pot of gold
For she already knew the deeper meaning of what is told
No more did she need to roam
For her treasure is her family at home

Her family is like a circle, the connection never ends
Her family is a compass that guides her till the very end
Her family is like the branches of a tree
They grow in different directions but the roots remain them as one, as we can see

House, a structure that was made of wood and stone
Until a family arrived and turned the house into a home
A home where love resides in every corner
A home where people still accepts you, your mistakes, and failure

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