The Treasure of Sky Peak

I’m experimenting with publishing poetry on Sunyshore because I think it’s a fun and promising way to convey my ideas that few other effective altruist writers are doing. This is a poem that I composed in spring 2018 for a creative writing class.

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In the tallest part of the eastern range
One mountain wears a crown of ice and clouds.
They say the world’s most precious treasure lies
On Sky Peak, unmarked by foreign footprints.
The trails that join it to the outside world
Have lain unused for seventy-five years.
Logs have fallen, shrubs have sprouted, blocking
Hapless hikers from reaching the fabled mountain.

So when Project P announced that their team
Had pierced Sky Peak’s dense wall of undergrowth
And paved a new trail through the moat,
Our spirits leapt. One question brewed in all our minds:
What was the hidden treasure of Sky Peak?
“Was it the village they’d ‘discovered’ at
The mountain’s base?” asked one Octillery.
“Was it the herbs and fruits that only grew
In Sky Peak’s alpine cold?” Scyther wondered.
“Did it have any secret rooms with piles
Of ores and precious metals?” Murkrow asked,
Her eyes gleaming like white gold.

But I desired something more than that.
I hungered for the gorgeous summit view.
I pined for the fragrances and colors
Of verdant, flower-studded meadows.
I craved the experience of visiting
A new dungeon, meeting new Pokémon,
And relishing its virgin beauty.
I wanted to just go there.