The mist rains down upon me.
The ivy grows up my body and the earth swallows me.
The ents come out to play.
They dance with the wind and rain.
A river flows though my soul, springing forth life.
A silent cry rings through my mind, filling my head with wild thoughts and my mind is finally set free.
A wild stallion races through the hills.
The winds rage softly as he soars by.
He never runs out of energy, life, spirit.
The soul eclipses to a new life.
