Round the riverbed,
foliage in tow,
flowers whisper
of treasure unfound.

Waterfalls cascade
over thick rocks,
pouncing down into
the earth, a precious sound.

Two paths to take,
one long, one short,
a way to win a million hearts.

A man rode his horse through
canyons deep and trotted up the great peak,
and there he stood at the end
of the path, with nothing in store but his hat.

He risked his life,
for this treasure he heard of,
as he took the short path,
afraid of the long one.

And he stands on rocks as clear as glass,
realizing this path was hollow.
And with his hat, he thinks of the long one,
the path he should have followed.