THE ECHO

Upon a lonely ridge where silence abounds- Footsteps of the past are traced within the ground. Across a hidden valley through the golden trees there is a fainting echo that is passing in the breeze. Is it the voice of some other man seeking his sanction in this over populated land? Is it an eagle screaming for a lonely sky, or the pleading whisper of a deer under a hunters watchful eye? Its haunting cry intriques my mind and so on a quest I set forth its dauntless heart to find. I run through the meadow of purple & crimson hues; I linger past a ridge with majestic views. A land virtually untouched or so it seems. Created from the pallete of an artists drams. Suddenly I stop in dispondent suprise as I emerge upon the Echos voice of a cities ceaseless cry.