Stories of Old

Through the stories of old

Where the power and glory would hold

Every drop of the ocean was counted

Each grain of sand weighed on its own

The rivers carried and carved a heavy load

The words engrained on the bottom of stone

For the world's splendor and magic was known

The tides of discovery sit beyond the throne

When true beauty is thrust upon one to behold

The path of mystery and wonder blooms like a rose

When terrified and chilled to the core of every bone

The lamp wicks were trimmed and fire did glow

The refuge of shade saved one from the world

Every light that loosened the heavy load.