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Through the dark treeline of green waves,
a mountain unrolled to reveal it’s gaze;
in the valley, nested a hidden waterfall
that rumbled over the granite terrain.
A lost path showed the way,
to a room filled with black moss and orange rocks
that have never been touched —
what a place to sit and watch
as Mother Nature drinks some scotch.
The path tightened to higher heights,
it looked freighting,
but only if you looked down!
Through the village and beyond the tiny town.
The Glen is pure.
The Glen is frightening.
The Glen stood for a million years –
awaiting minds to be enlightened.
Arriving at the pinnacle is a treat,
the clouds depart to show trees in a fleet.
The air is fresh,
and the wind is sharp,
but nothing could be felt –
in a moment –
more significant than an asteroid belt.
We conquered the mountain and became her friend
as the rain came down at half-past ten.
The translucent water trickled through again,
creating the rapid waterfall built by the Glen.
The Glen is pure.
The Glen is frightening.
The Glen stood for a million years –
awaiting minds to be enlightened.
This journey now has an end,
but not until you make it back,
past all that you came.
