Treasure Isle

A tale is told,

Of a mystical place,

Which shows one in a hundred moon years.

A place where the sun and moon are one,

A precious place it is,

With treasures one can never dream.

Ruby, diamonds, sapphire, gold,

And all the precious stones,

A place where even trees are treasure.

The waterfall, the valley, the lakes,

Are treasures which fill the heart.

A place where beauty has no bounds,

The tapestry of time has no say,

Nor does nature have moods.

A happy place always as it is,

It is said to have appeared

Once, twice, thrice,

In our time, so is said by the eagle.

Seen from a mountain top,

At its vanishing point,

There are so many

Awaiting its return.

And so shall the wait be forever,

The wait for Treasure Isle.

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