As we passed Daiche, the small river port that feeds Kratas, we came upon the Path of Promise, a cobbled road with yellowish clay bricks, presumably meant to look like gold. Heavily travelled, it is one of the safest places around Kratas. In fact, it is possibly safer than the city itself - which lay above us in the foothills of the Tylon Mountains.
Perhaps all of the bandits and highwaymen are too busy fighting one another for the best spots to rob anyone who passes by - or perhaps Garlthik One-Eye, the legend of legends, is secretly guarding the trail.... but what matters is that it is safe, at least from most threats.
As we followed it, making our way higher and higher, I saw a small sapling climbing between the stones. The only life in these rocky and desolate hills.
In the blink of chance
A moment free
A green lifeline
Writhing from between the bricks
Upwards into anything
Each moment unknowing
Of where it truly is
Or where it is going
Above all - home
And moreso each moment
I know the sapling will be crushed by some unwitting boot, or mangled by a horse-hoove, but it doesn't - does it?
