Ancient stone wall
Crossing the path before me.
Fog enveloping the trees
Along the way.
I climb over.
The moss making my hand slip.
Another hurdle done.
The fog is magic.
I glance back and the wall of fog
Makes the wall vanish.
Did it ever exist?
Or just in my mind.
Each step is treacherous.
Loose stones and tree roots cross my path.
Moss and ivy hide the undergrowth
Flowers strangled, desperate for light.
Another stone wall.
Taller than the last.
I see sunlight over the top.
Unable to reach me.
There is a way.
Must be.
Buried under moss and ivy.
The answer waits.
~A
The Great Penguini Speaketh 