The Horn

Over the hills,

under the mountains

through the valleys

across the grass

the sound echoes.

Down the canyons,

out the rivermouths

into the caves

under the seas

it is calling.

Through the deep woods,

between the stones

beside the western herds

into the eastern vales

hear it's thunder.

High above the clouds,

deep in the bones of the earth

in the crashing of the tide

on the winds of the sandstorm

the horn of adventure sounds once more.

Follow the sound to it's source.