Andalea, secret city,
In the mountains you hide.
An underground treasure trove
Of caverns gemstone-lined.
Your labyrinthine passages,
Arrayed in jeweled splendor,
Fit for a king,
Or, better yet, a medicine woman.
With silver hair, silver tongue,
And glowing emerald eyes.
Peace-bringer to the people
With words both ancient and wise.
Unlocking the secrets of the treasure
Your mines surrender.
Fiery rubies to smite your enemies,
Enchanted opals offer strength.
Cool sapphires heal heartbreaks
And pains that plague the old of age.
Serene amethysts calm restless minds
Of anxious spouses left behind.
Warm emeralds for friendship and caring,
Deep connection and sharing.
Beams of color dance ‘cross walls
An underground disco for visiting girls.
Their jewel-eyes sparkle,
With a mischievous twinkle.
Teach us the wisdom of ancient ways.
Reveal the mountain’s magic.
Andalea, the world needs wisdom,
You cannot hide forever.
Rebecca Grant 2019