The precious treasure was a jewel in golden light. The afternoon rays bathed the rich hue of the gem in splendour. Only, that treasure could not be held, nor seen with worldly eyes. It was the kind of treasure that can only be seen with the heart.

It had been a long day, and she was tired. And yet, the summer beams played over the girl, and sparkled like twinkling stars. Wearily, she walked home. Though she wasn't grinning from ear to ear, a soft smile was cast on her lips. And in the warm air, with the blue sky above, she was stunning.

The girl wasn't a "Miss Universe", but there was a quality to her, something that stirred the hearts of all who glanced her way. A distinct sense of something -  optimism, perhaps - would rise, and for a moment, their hearts would lighten.

Though she was not blatantly energetic and cheerful, there was a contentedness in her, a satisfaction and quiet pleasure.

The precious treasure that she carried was simply the soft knowledge that there was always hope.