Buried Treasure

There is a buried treasure,
Where love was written in the sky,
Perhaps it’s not worth telling,
But I think it’s worth a try

To put it down on paper
And map it out in rhyme
So it’s not forgotten
If it’s seeker wants to find

On the upward end it’s buried
Near the oak tree and the lime
Go right facing the boundary
‘neath the little palm it hides

A handle under Spanish moss
Some leaves hide the remains
In hopes that it stays hidden
Til it’s seeker comes one day

And if the greedy finds it
It’s sure to be mistook
It’s value’s not in treasure,
It’s in the one who looks.