Shadows Inna Di Woods <pipe> Part 1

The weekend came, our journey long-awaited,
To the hills in the country, we were fated,
To visit the community where Bryan's kin
Had lived their entire lives, where memories begin.

I, too, am from this district, a near-distant
Overlooking the small plain and stream, persistent
In its flow, fed by scores of small springs
Squirting from rocks along narrow sides, it brings

Us closer to nature's bounty, to the cave
Never explored before, a hidden enclave
Of secrets and mysteries waiting to be unveiled,
Where the earth's treasures are eternally regaled.

We set out on our journey, the sun in the sky,
The wind in our hair, the road winding by,
Through fields of gold and green, we drove
Towards the hills, where nature thrived and roved.

As we entered the community, we felt at home,
The people welcoming us, no longer alone,
In a place where traditions and culture reign,
And time seems to slow down, without refrain.

We met with Bryan's relatives, listened to their tales,
Of olden times, of struggles and of wails,
Of laughter and joy, of love and of sorrow,
Of dreams that came true, and hopes for tomorrow.

They took us on a tour of the hills and the plains,
Of the streams and the caves, where nature reigns,
And we felt the magic of the land, its power and might,
As it filled our souls with wonder and delight.

We spent the weekend in the country, in the hills,
And it filled our hearts with joy, our spirits with thrills,
For we had experienced a world unlike our own,
And we knew we would never feel alone.

For the country had welcomed us, with open arms,
And it had given us a new perspective, a new charm,
And we knew that we would return, to the hills and the streams,
To the cave never explored before, where nature gleams.