
Where the rivers run wild and always flow
You’ll find a place beyond the clouds and over the hill
The mountains will rise and their peaks be white with snow
While lakes without bottom the valleys will fill
Adventure the wild and unnamed terrain
Around twisting curves and treacherous bends
To the thunderous applause and wild refrain
Within the pages of a story that never ends
One tale after another no stopping to pause
Find no rest for the weary here
Upon wicked fangs and tearing, hooking claws
And uncertainties the wise know to fear
To gilded halls and treasures vast
To tales of making amends
You’ll find me there, waiting at last
For the next chapter in the Story that never ends….
The Story doesn’t end when we do, as each generation has the responsibility of continuing it further, no matter what form it may take. It stops, but it never ends.
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