Excess

There was a treasure on the street that no one could see with barren eyes everyone was a passer-by. The pirate chest expelled and yelled as much as an inanimate object can.

Unsuccessful in its taunting, with no takers to the allure of its booty, the chest started rotting. Below the feet of solid concrete, it missed the home ground to dissolve into. One night the wind and the thunder heart its plea to move into uprooted grounds. There, dying in peace the chest was happy to have kept its treasure as it realized it was a treasure to itself.