Under the watch of robins near,
And sugar mills that bring good cheer,
At the crossroads of these two,
Your prize awaits with morning dew.

In the park so quaint and small,
Nature holds a secret call.
Find the hill with forest crown,
The medallion awaits you as you make your way down.

In the shadow of the shelf’s embrace,
The medallion rests in this quiet place,
Look beneath the fungal ledge,
No need to venture too far in from the forest’s edge
There you’ll find your hidden pledge.

In Redlin’s frame, the story’s told,
Of maple trees in times of old.
Springtime sugaring, night’s embrace,
In these works, the clues you trace.
Find the medallion where these scenes meet,
A tribute to sap’s rhythmic beat.

Chase the creature with a fiery breast,
singing sweetly and building its nest.
It flits from branch to grassy ground,
It will lead you to treasures abound.

Beneath the trees where secrets spill,
the prize awaits, but don’t go too far down the hill.
Where all are welcome with sweets within,
Where all win, and so can you if you catch this spin.