loose hold

loosely hold

to temporary

things like dust—

but a grain

that may cause you pain

that drift and cease

come any ounce of breeze

The things that change

And fall

like leaves of

season trees

hold loosely

to these

grab and hold

tightly grip

to these

that you might find

please

Sure

they bring

an ease,

a smile,

a heart filled with bliss

treasures

These are —

stored away

past the unseen

these such things that

Joy may bring

to a heart

living at peace