Superstition

In Arizona’s realm, where legends roam free, the Superstition Mountains guard their lore, at sunrise, tales of treasure they decree, whispering secrets from their ancient core.

The sun ascends, igniting desert’s heart, as if the gold of lost riches it seeks, where Dutchman’s Lost Mine’s secrets impart, and tales of perilous journeys and peaks.

The Peralta clan’s treasure, they say, lies hidden deep in canyons, shrouded well, a Spanish gold trove waiting ’til this day, beneath saguaro’s watchful sentinel.

Oh, Superstition’s dawn, where myths entwine, in your golden light, their stories still shine.