The Magic of the Veiled Valley
I look into the valley
A shroud of mist hides its beauty
Pale and gray it hangs below me
The sun has yet to reach down from its heights
I know there is life there
There is the smell of a million flowers
Floating on cool breezes
Cooled by a shallow blue/green pond
Rising from the distant floor
The sounds of chirping birds
Chicks crying for food from their mothers
Hawks scream while they look for food
Flying high above the valley’s sides
They echo from stony walls covered with ancient vines
The only sounds on a tranquil spring day
The mist breaks for just second
Leaving a trail of swirls and eddies
As a spotted fawn runs across the dewy grass
The sun rises dissolving the morning’s veil
The animals hide
The birds nest to raise their young
The beauty of the valley is still there
But the magic that was hidden by the fog
The illusion of that peaceful world
The melodic song of the valley’s life
Burns away in the sun’s bright glare
Maybe tomorrow morning before the sun rises
I will again stand on this rocky outcropping
I will see the veiled world
And the magic will be there again
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