-
- The Calling
-
- There's
a road that leads to a valley,
- a
valley my soul once called home
- and
if I make it back to that valley
- from
there I'll never roam.
- The
valley is surrounded by mountains
- jaggered
and capped with snow,
- reaching
up like a butted fortress protecting
- the
valley below.
- The
mountains give way to a forest
- heavy
with the scent of pine,
- and
the wild blossoms that grow there
- hide
beneath the snow.
- As
the road winds through the forest
- making
it's way to the valley below,
- the
air begins to thicken with the
- smoke
rising up from the homes.
- The
valley is dotted with cabins,
- orchards
and a mill, there's a general store
- and a
church that was also used as a school.
- There's
a road that leads to a valley,
- a
valley my soul once called home
- and
when I make it back to that valley
- I'll know that I am home.
