There’s gold in the streams and silver in the trees, don’t stay still while you catch the horses galloping by.
Since the rise of the mountains and the stirring of the seas, the holy people (self appointed and anointed) have told stories about the old days, the ancient years.
The tales tell of long haired maidens and their discoveries in distant lands, expeditions led by leading lights and the crazed ideas of men in tights. It’s all confused now because no-one wrote it down.
The weaving of long faded truths and wafting winds of disobedient inspiration.
No limits here…gamble as much as you please.