Giant stones touch the heavens.

Their shoulders are draped by clouds.

Ancient pines with endless stories

rise strong and proud.

Watching over the footsteps below.

The earth’s spirit spreads through the breeze,

and comforts those

whose cries reach the trees.

The air breathes a gentle scent.

Each breath is a new start.

Releasing pain and suffering

in souls once broken apart.

Healing waters walk beside

those who tread upon this trail.

Its gentle ripples lead them forward

to begin another tale.