The Emerald Poem by Dianna Wilder

The eagle soars over the jungle wild and free.
No one knows what lies at the bottom of the stream, except he.
The emerald is known for it's beauty and the brilliance you feel.
The cool, green color has the power to heal.

Water falls from the mountains, fast and cold.
The stone's have been there since days of old.
Sunlight shimmers on the emeralds, so green.
Untouched by man they've never been seen.

The natives in the jungle are suppressed and alone.
If only they knew the power of the stone!
Once more, the egle flies over the stream.
Night time will fall when the eagle comes home.

The natives will dance and the animals will roam.
So goes the life in the jungle-
so I'm told.
Strange happenings that take place in this land of old.