In a land lush and green, where the Thai sun beams, lies a village of dreams – Ah, Dan Makham Tia.

At the heart of this place, with a smile on her face, lived a girl named Mei, who loved to play.

Through fields she would race, in a joyous chase, her giggles like bubbles, floating all day.

Past the grand old tree, near the busy bee, her adventures would start, under the sky so blue.

One magical dawn, as the dew was just gone, Mei met a fish, in the stream’s cool swish.

The fish spoke with glee, “Come and follow me, to a treasure so grand, in this wondrous land!”

They swam side by side, in the stream so wide, past the rocks and the reeds, with the fish in the lead.

They reached a bright glen, with magical fen, where the flowers did talk, and on petals they’d walk.

A butterfly grand, with wings of slight span, whispered a clue, of the treasure and who.

The treasure, it seemed, wasn’t gold as they dreamed, but the friendships so dear, found year after year.

Mei and her fish, made a wish with a swish, for the joy and the glee, to forever be free.

In Ah, Dan Makham Tia, home of lore and real glee, they’d learned there’s no measure, to the heart’s true treasure.