The jolly sun,
Shimmering
Through these gleaming trees.

These mountains- The knights
So high,
So steep,
Guarding this valley,
So dark,
So deep.
Secrets and memories,
Those bets and tragedies.
The pain,
And those scars
Long forgotten
But unhealed.
Down in this abyss,
Lay locked and concealed.


This valley,
Is the mind.
These seasons,
Are the guide.
Look at the tree
How high it grows.
Singing melodies of the soul
And some unsung carols.

These Autumn leaves,
Brown, Yellow
And dry.
These spring flowers,
All smiles,
No cry.
Each passing season
Inks
A new chapter of memories.
Each new layer of leaves
Paints
A portrait of the past it buries.

This valley,
A lost unknown land.
Hazed by fog and cloud
Like those imprints on sand.
Wander off
From your unreal worldly alley
Into this land,
In this valley.
And thou shall script,
A fable
Enticing,Endless, Eternal
From womb to the cradle,
Till you reach this disdain kernel.