The Rocks that Bled

There is a place way high up

It takes a strenuous bike to find

Hidden in between

Few have ever seen

To get there you need to be really keen

Once you reach the spot the view is pristine

Unusual feelings you will glean

The water flows down the way it is fed

Words that can never be said

Maybe you found your way here because you were mislead

If you stay too long you will realise everything is dead

This is the place where the rocks bled