Echoes

The Valleys that line
our souls

with ravines of quiet depth
peaks of perception

And oceans of knowledge

Some souls are lost in valleys
of never ending storms

Where lightning Scars the sky
and rain batters the ground

Making it scramble for shelter

The Soul finds a dry cave
And stays there, losing itself
in it's cold tunnels

Never knowing when to go back
or walk deeper to the core
in complete darkness

Where the valley's wetness
is replaced by calignosity

while the storm takes control

Other souls wander in a valley of doubt
where neither sun nor rain

surround it, and it wanders never fully
certain.

yet all souls find the sun one day

or wither away

Above the clouds
where the sky is clear

and space meshes in the atmosphere
where God's Echoes are heard