moving through this path of smoke over the mounds of fungi around the heiron valley south of the caicon Mountains just shy of Lake ShomaDa lies a plain of green luscious fields of gold and purple with a crisp aroma coming from the center there lies a tree, the greatest tree of all the tree of light as high as the stars an inscription sits at the base saying welcome my children, enter without care and you shall know the greatest feeling one can bare.
love your poem. keep on writing. you seem to have a real gift for it. i look forward to reading some more
