The Valley
We took a drive
When the rustling of tired feet,
Hushed by the flashing of passed by trees,
Turned to a short contented sigh.
Down into the vacant valley
We ventured to the fringes
Beyond our quiet town--
Down the infinite winding road
Destiny unknown,
Where moss grows thick like an overcoat
And clings to trees in wispy beards,
Where trees buttress the hidden sky
In the dark ominous cathedral of this enchanted wood.
We drive, as led by forest nymphs,
Until pulled from our reverie
By a quiet stirring
Followed by the piercing cry of wakefulness.
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