Brook

I see ahead

Something I dread

On a path that mistakenly led

To the beauty that I've often read

That unquestionably lies up ahead

In a brook filled with visions of infrared

Revealing places that I have never tread

In my sojourn to discover what has been said

To calm my fear of what is so widespread

In the valley that is spread

With the remains of the dead

Oh, to bed instead

My idea of this!