In the sky, a treasure gleams, A prize that fills their hearts with dreams, The people reach, with outstretched hands, To touch the riches of these lands. Their fingers strain to grasp the prize, As hope and longing fill their eyes, Their spirits rise, they dare to fly, To claim the treasure in the sky. And though the path may be unknown, They press ahead, to reach their own, For in the quest they find their worth, And treasure found is treasure earned. By toby'Dphotographer Ref : The black stone