reappraisal

This tale is a whisper of memory. Legend speaks that if you climb the tallest hill of the valley stare through the horizon dusk till dawn the wind breaking with the morning light will carry this tale: A mote of starlight fell from the heavens at noon They yearned to be seen, to live So they danced amongst the colors of day reflecting wildly through leaves and sky They came across peculiar figures drab and lanky that clambored towards them Fearing the creatures would extinguish their light the st...