Kael Kinlald Undvore

Step soft upon the sacred ground,
Breath of air the only sound.
So much wisdom to be found
Here upon the Serpent Mound.

Grandmother cedar, ancient oak,
Sycamore our silent host.
Walnut, buckeye, hickory,
Spirit speaks in rustling leaves.

Walk along the ancient road
In the footsteps of our ancestors.
Hear the drums from days of old,
Dancing through the fields of gold.

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