When I think of the word jeopardy, I see her putting all her treasures in one Beautiful Box. A box exposed to all Tom, Dick and Harry picking and putting dirt in this box.
The box is beautiful, shimmering and glittering under the sun with a false Glass cover. She loves and cares for this box because she believes it can reserve and preserve her treasures.
Lying under the beautiful skies she watch the sun set and suddenly she’s aware of the danger she’s in, her growing fear was confirmed some of her treasures has been stolen . She weeps for the ones lost and in a fleet she hurries to keep the others safe but she’s too late cause her beautiful box had a big Crack underneath it beauty and it jeopardized her forever .
Beside the tree she sat in deep thought thinking how this Crack went unnoticed, she regretted cherishing it the way she did maybe if she didn’t care so much she would have known the fault of this box. Now her most priced treasures are gone because of her simple life.
Trust no one but God