Treasure Trove of Gold.

One Tin Soldier - Coven (1970)

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

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Was reading an article on treasure hunting (Forrest Fenn's hidden treasure), and I was really fascinated. You can read it here. 
As humans, we always daydream to stumble upon a pot of gold one day, the key that unlocks the secret to riches, fame and everything materialistic one could ever imagine in the world. It is so funny that people go to such great lengths and possibly give up all they have to search all their lives for something that may never truly exist.

Treasure? 

I was reminded of the song above (click the video, someone illustrated it really well in picture form), which is a story about how people are so greedy for fortune that they killed the people who so generously offered to share the treasure, just because they wanted it for themselves. Is human greed something normal?

What if the treasure turned out to be something intangible, something that isn't physically present, yet could still mean the world to the person who hid it, hoping one day that the people who found it would finally understand that riches weren't the only asset they had gained, but the process that came with it was humbling enough to change their lives forever? 

Must treasure always be something that glitters, that can be sold for money, that can turn a nobody into an important person instantaneously? 

Not a post with much original content, but food for thought on a lazy, sleepy Sunday afternoon. Good day guys!