They do not guard with sword or spell,
Yet hold a clue you know so well.
Their treasure lies not deep or grim,
But in a smile and wrinkled skin.
To find the next and crack the code,
You’ll walk a well-familiar road.
But words won’t work, nor knock, nor plea –
Each of you must hug them, evenly.
Only then, their hands may show
The path to where the next steps go.