This weeks prompt on Writers Island is Treasure.
I am on an island, a treasure island. No need here for tattered maps and rusty trunks filled with fancy trinklets.Treasure awaits me around every corner. I see it the ancient rocks, in trees bowed low with olives. Treasure under my feet as a stroll along its pebbled sun-blessed shores. I find it in the wings of butterflies and the golden setting sun.
For here is true treasure, nature's treasure. My treasure for as long as I stay and mine again when I return. For I shall return, return to my treasure island.