Treasures

Sun and Moon rise everyday,
shining over the world night and day;
They may not know their purpose,
of which we are fully conscious;
That they are their own purpose.

My poems may seem nonsense,
but it is to you they make no sense;
You may not get their meaning,
but like Sun and Moon,
they are their own meaning.

I need not your appraisal,
nor your nod for their survival;
Because they are my treasures
and under Sun and Moon,
I shall guard my treasures.