Going to and fro seeing forest paths crossing rivers and streams fish jumping through the air the piercing heat of the sun on my back
crack of twigs under my feet the feel of scratchy bark scraping pass my hands as lay them upon trees lay to rest ancient trees of old give rest to tired travelers and shelter from the weather
Pleasant thoughts under the orenge flames dwindling away slowly revealing the stories of old warriors and beasts white dots every where fading away slowly over the years ever yearning for the next bend and Hill for the views forever on in the horizon we travel to
