And as he was walking,
he came upon stone
not rare,
not new,
but a simple pile of stone.
And in this stone laid
naught but rubble
with life ,
with death,
but still simply rubble.
He turned in despair
not knowing where he was
not here,
not there,
not a clue of where he was.
Yet, as he turned back,
he saw no stone
but trees,
grand trees,
not a single pebble of stone
It seemed the trees
were in a grove
of light,
of love,
all in the grove.
On the left the trees were
brighter full of happiness,
joy,
youth,
every type of happiness.
From Palm, to bannana
with radience grand
bamboo
the baobob
and trees alfilled with grand.
On the Right was much
a darker side with shadow
despairity
death
and even life within the shadow
From Elm, to Ash
with stature tall
and Oak
and Aspen
all the stature tall.
But from the two
wound down to the ground
the roots
the earth
unto the ground.
And upon the roots
deep in the heart
was a flower
a small flower
found in the heart
This flower was unknown
by shape and size and color,
for it was small
and large
with a brand new type of color.
As it sat in gradient harmony
the rose up his eyes
to find magnificince
and prosperity
to be seen right in his eyes.
For there before him was
a build of stone
with detail
emotion
set in the stone.
From each sloping corner there
was a pillar
with markings
of leaves
set in the pillar.
Up top the pillars
were a circle
both perfect,
and marvolous,
but set through the cirlce,
From the top, a tablet of
stone
remarkable,
ingenious,
beautiful stone
On the stone
was a passage, read,
'The hopes and Tears
The Loss and Fears
Lies here in the
Land
The Man of the Wood'
The boy was amazed
with hope and grace
both terrible,
yet, astounding
grace.
Alas, through deep configuration
he knew not what it meant
for time again,
and youth untainted
He simply
Knew not
What
It
Meant.
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