Gold sparkles being stirred up from the bottom tiny gems floating to the top, because they have no weight. No monetary value just beauty. Just glimmering fleeting beauty, but the weight of these beauties are enough to cause them to sink.
Sink to the bottom and endlessly sometimes eternally stuck, sank to the bottom.
Then as if the jewels would never be revealed again along comes those little hands. Those clumsy little hands looking for buried treasure. And they find them. The priceless gems. Floating again to the top showing their glimmering golden beauty.
Just for them.
Just for me.