The Valley Poem by Matt Burgett

Deep diverting valleys
Are the roots reaching out
The twisting of society
The unheard silent shout

An unsought question answered
Of how the story goes
The path the valley takes
Is shown from snow to snow

But without the loss of thought
the sight it sees you past
You enter into the valley
Destined to be the last

Because slowly and alone
It pushes off the shelf
To be what it will become
Alone and by itself