And in appearance it shows   

The heartfelt sorrow

Tower high to the cold earth below

There is much to be known

So I continue my journey

Deep down I feel worry

Of what is to come

Under my feet the crunching of dying leaves

In a state like that of their high homes

Along with the crunching of twigs like that of breaking bones

With a chill like winter cold

There is much left to know

Here on this land of old

A greater story hidden, untold