In the woods where shadows play,
a geocache hides, not far away.
A pine cone guise, a clever feat,
with a screw-on top, a secret to meet.
Amongst the trees, a hidden trove,
a treasure hunt, a quest to rove.
Nature's disguise, a crafty ploy,
for seekers bold, to find and enjoy.
Twist the cap, reveal the prize,
a logbook whispers tales and ties.
Sign your name, leave a trace,
a geocacher's journey, a hidden embrace.
Through winding trails and whispers tall,
a pine cone holds a story, for one and all.
In this game of seekers keen,
a secret world, forever serene.
(Pen is required)