The Path
The bright mid-day sun peers down through mossy boughs of giant mellyrn trees that aid in dancing silhouettes, as I walk along a golden path speckled with autumn leaves
Peaceful silence is heavy in the air Though the lush greenery racing along the golden path radiates with unfathomable sounds
Around a bend, another color touches the eye Stories of myth can now be heard only by the sound of a clear icy creek, flowing with a surpassing delicacy Untouched, the shimmering liquid flows freely over smooth stones
I long to stay but I press forward, fear of night is looming in
Coming to a clearing, my eyes glitter as I gaze up at the first stars peering down their timeless light The sky is now a rainbow of ever deepening blues
Reaching the end of the clearing I am soon surrounded once more
Although I cannot see it through the thickness of the trees, the sun has almost set
Finally I stand atop a hill, looking down I see my destination Feeling the last of the sun, now party hidden by the peak of a distant mountain, warms my cold and tired face and gives me strength to complete my journey along the golden path
The bright mid-day sun peers down through mossy boughs of giant mellyrn trees that aid in dancing silhouettes, as I walk along a golden path speckled with autumn leaves
Peaceful silence is heavy in the air Though the lush greenery racing along the golden path radiates with unfathomable sounds
Around a bend, another color touches the eye Stories of myth can now be heard only by the sound of a clear icy creek, flowing with a surpassing delicacy Untouched, the shimmering liquid flows freely over smooth stones
I long to stay but I press forward, fear of night is looming in
Coming to a clearing, my eyes glitter as I gaze up at the first stars peering down their timeless light The sky is now a rainbow of ever deepening blues
Reaching the end of the clearing I am soon surrounded once more
Although I cannot see it through the thickness of the trees, the sun has almost set
Finally I stand atop a hill, looking down I see my destination Feeling the last of the sun, now party hidden by the peak of a distant mountain, warms my cold and tired face and gives me strength to complete my journey along the golden path