The Unwritten
Inside this box
Hunch taonga that never been discovered
Never been seen
Never been mention
They’re hiding
They’re scared in there
Dark in dark
Listening to us
But they won’t come out
Not for singing not for writing not for reading.
Even when the box has gone rusty
They’ll still be there
Sleeping away
Crowds of people and days to come
Dreaming of them
Be none the wiser
What treasure can it be
That they won’t show
In what treasure
Would I know it
Would I be ready to find it
To make out the real treasure
Of everything
Maybe there aren’t many
It could be that there's only one treasure
And it's all we need
It’s here in this box
Every box in the world is like this
Rosalili
We re-wrote the poem by W.S Merwin
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