the decent

With roots above and branches below.

Your soul is ground.

Safe and sound.

Now listen to thesessss
STONES(∼∿∡⟆⟆⨜⟂⟊⦿∩⨋’∾)

Their ToneSSSsss
A reverberating everglinting underglow…
It's time to know. To gleam. To grow.
Through the trees, past those bees.
A song you'll sing, a path you'll show…

…A Well,

OFF THE PATH…!

IN THE DISTANCE…!

just a few steps times five…

Made of ∼∿∡⟆⟆⨜⟂⟊⦿∩⨋∾ (stones) that extend like bones

shining UP the most radiant beams…

… and now they're playing music it seems?

“Why is this here…

Where is this from?

I’ve walked this path a thousand times and of Wells,

I’ve seen none”

Hanson had rhymed for some or three reasons you see….

as these ∼∿∡⟆⟆⨜⟂⟊⦿∩⨋∾ (stones) - which feel like bones “to me” -

Project the five sssseasons with reasons to sssing with at the –

TOP OF YOUR LUNGS!

in the Under-∼∿∡⟆⟆⨜⟂⟊⦿∩⨋∾ (stones) of this Well, as it lures and rings him in, with a ssssong ≈ and ssssome light.

…not with fear… no, there was no fright…

And not one sin, hiding in that grin, as he danced in the sun, with those birds, that ssspoke … WORDS?

Was this all in his head?

He asked this same question as the music went dead.

And then came the thunder, but not in his mind.

It came from the Well there down under…

…As he ssssteadied his spine!

He held tight to the ∼∿∡⟆⟆⨜⟂⟊⦿∩⨋∾ (stones) as he thought to himself…

“This Well must have a sssstory… please… Do tell!”

As he gazed in deep, it was not trouble he felt,

It WAS A WARM EMBRACE,

A ssssong,

that held him

AS…

He…

Fell…!

-a warmth that reminded him fleetingly of his mother playing piano. Mateus asleep by his side.

quickly dismissed, yet the echo of the Well’s ∼∿∡⟆⟆⨜⟂⟊⦿∩⨋∾ (stones)

seemed to carry a faint, rhythmic sigh…

…beneath their faint, yet familiar,

melodic stride…

With a THUD! He awoke in his bed, the sound of his alarm seemingly going off in his head -

he thought -

“WOW! WHAT A DREAM!

I thought I was dead.”

A thud that oddly felt and sounded like the crunch of familiar old bones…