My Magic Box

Dusty and old, worth more than gold,
How many wonders can one box hold;

When I hold you I fill with glee,
Wonders and wonders so many to see;

Mountains of colours ever so bright,
Wish i could hold them nice and tight;

Swirls of flowers,
I could watch them for hours;

Games to play, Words to say
So many things to do when I’m with you.

My magical box