1. Seek to hold
riches in palm of hand Hike on boldly, with treasure map plan. Beneath a canopy of dark pine, Carpet of wildflowers just so fine. |
2. Cross marsh
bogs On fallen logs, Gentle rise climbs, up and down, Following towards a magickal sound. |
3. Rushing
ripple of cold creek Music to the ears does speak. Kneeling here on sandy shore As if man’s never been before. |
4. Scented red
cedars proudly stand Mother nature oh so grand. Here where animals make their home Tunnelled deep within rich loam. |
5. Like
explorers in days of old, Reach down now and proudly hold, Dark black treasure in cupped hands, Rich food source of bottom lands. |