A Ride to Heritage

One day I rode my bicycle out to the countryside, where, the air was still, and trees stood tall in a row. Their scent, a fragrance I had known long ago, made me ponder of our fading culture and worried. Resting on a rock beneath a sprawling tree, I saw a maiden dressed in ancient garb. She captivated me and led me to an ancient land where people welcomed me with open eyes. The maiden stepped outside,surrounded by friends, and danced - so enchanting and graceful. Then an old man clad in robes of old, appeared. He said, "That maiden is your ancestor, revered," But when I woke up, my people stood close by, and all the vision faded into the sky.