As I walk down through the dark tunnel

I can see the natural light of the outside

The wind stroked tunnel bears a wetness

The slightly weathered rocks are slippery and smooth

As I breach the outside my worn feet touch the grass

I know not of how I came unto this path

But it is before me and I must walk it or give up

The hill above me is one that I must climb

I must see the paths before me

The rocks lay craggy up the forgotten path

Walls of a past kingdom 

A market street has turned into a creek

It is still full of life

Trees of apples cherries and plums

Life grows within the kingdom again

I must forge on to the top

To see what the past kings saw

Up on the high seat

There is nothing special about what remains of the castle

It is all rubble

Some signs of a fire

But it has some campsites arrayed around

The top is where I have come 

A seat is there weather worn and burned 

It still stand and seats me well

I can see the sun in the high afternoon

Clouds to the east sprinkle the grasslands with needed rain

They sprout lightning and sing thunderously

What a joy to my heart it is to see the new life

To see life continuing its cycle

The smell of the fresh rain comes wafting over the hills

My stomach growls as I have forgotten my last meal

The pedestal of my seat shows paths of endless life and rebirth

Though I will need to spend some time in the market that I passed

My path lays out in front of me

What a way to go 

What knowledge to gain

What an experience to have

Was it wasted

I do not remember a time without