The Southern Wonder Poem by Rightly Considered

A moments pause last night
Amidst the current story’s penning
Turned long and into slumber
My head went gently spinning

At the point of closing eyes
Through my mind I was searching
To see the land that was next to be journeyed
A land of beauty, majesty, of height and wonder
A land of mystery and mazery,
Which ancient roots did long run under

The Master wise and knowing
Never would I find this land
Without him clearly showing
It to me in a dream…

And thus it did appear…
A water forest of dancing trees
Each with a thousand beards
Of moss…
And now I see the path my traveler will be taking
He’ll cross the South wonder, the endless Cypress Basin