Category: Trees
Many years have passed before any creature passed the fallen angel to enter the green mountain pass
Where the curtains sway and the walls flow into a path leads to the unknown
The world is changed I feel it in the water I feel it in the earth I smell it in the air
Just over the old stone bridge you will find the summer house with its streams and ponds
Far over the Misty Mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old
Some days are less bright and colourful and even the brightest places can’t reach the light within
Two chairs, on one lies a newspaper the other a notebook I wonder which one contains the news
While the cat is digging in a grow pot the water falls between the trees in the distance
Inside the Box 
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