walking through a deep valley

down at the bottom

echoes of voice

reberate through what is dimly lit

echoing song

through the mist

like a voice forgotten 

a memory 

calling

moving forward 

mesmerized by the echoing walls

mountains singing

they whisper back

they help you to remember 

to return

calling

as you step down the path

looking at the cliffs that climb up above

and the cool air drifts into the passage

it rustles in leaves 

moving through

the bite of the cold against the skin

and a chorus singing

in harmony

which warms the spirit 

guides the way

though the murky landscape

into the unknown