Far beyond the reach of thought
Lies a valley deep and wide
Where no man has stepped or caught,
The sight of the great divide
Therein sits an aged bard
Who chants his verses aloud
The words echo through the valley beyond
From the world of magic to ground
The imagery so real the masses can feel
Strokes of beauty with words of zeal
Nature is his paintbrush and life his hand
An anonymous poet with no footsteps on sand
Meaning of the poem many tried to decipher
Religions of the earth, just interpretations to impart fear
For true meaning lies coded without the key-line
It lies locked deep, the key only with divine
