There is a hole in the wall of a mountain. It is covered by a waterfall. Within the hole of the waterfall, there are gifts from the Ancients. This is not a mystery; it's forgotten knowledge.
The water falls from the side of the mountain,
The gifts from old, are contained inside of the fountain.
There is knowledge, Wisdom, and stories that shall be ever told,
And, yes, there IS a source of infinite gold.
The god/goddesses are the keepers of this land,
It's only for the meek; the treasures shall fill THIER hand.
Oh, on that grand day the world shall behold,
Forever, together, our story shall be told.
The Children of the Sun, the Love of the God of Truth,
We shall all stand together, under the Rainbow Lit Roof.
We shall sing, we shall dance, we shall play in the water,
Yes, US, WE ARE thier earthly sons and daughters.
Is this real, or, just a figment of my imagination,