Echoes fall on deaf ears
Barreness gives the leaves a voice
For once they are heard
They chatter endlessly
The wind can scream here
Ferociously
If anything lives here,
It lives in the caverns below
In the quiet
In the dark
Millenia pass
The plains remain as the caverns
Unchanged
Untouched
Wet dripping walls
Or vast windswept plains
Little Wren 