Beyond the mountains lies a treasure

I am told there is magic and jewels beyond the blue mountains,
and I being a treasure hunter make my journey across the plateu.
I travel days and nights pursing treasures no man has imagined of,
and rest in darkness dreaming of the treasure and what I shall do with it.

Finally I have crossed over the mountain, and I am at the instructed designation,
but I see no treasures, no jewels, nor magic, all I can see is wild flowers.
Where is the treasure I have been promised? Where is the magic? the jewels?

Truely there must be some mistake, perhaps I should purse a bit furter,
and so I have but all that exists seems to be the wild flowers.

I spent many days and nights digging through the wild flowers,
seeking my treasure....

The mountain that once seemed majestic with it's vibrant colors,
turned ugly and gray....I had destroyed it's buety,it's flowers.

It was then I realized the man who bid me journey to these mountains
truely had led to treasure, but I the ignorant hadn't seen what was so clear.

And so I weept for my flowers,the jewels, the magic of these mountains.
From one bud sprang seeds and those I planted seasons after season
restoring my treasures as they had once been.

Now, if you look a bit closer at those wild flowers,
you can see the magic and what treasure truely is.