We found this cradling valley
men of the world will never reach
unthinkingly.
There was no map,  no road to follow.
Without a plan, guileless as it must be, 
we brushed aside overhanging leaves
for our beginning.
Unrecognised, lain all around
machineries of the joyous spirit
curative, creative
were picked up again and again that day.
Perfectly fitting, like a smooth, cool pebble
in our hands, the curious pallete of the sky
was welcoming. The changeful light
also not of our making, fell
lovingly it seemed, 
upon one treasure after another.
Lucky were we, having but to move forward
to see more. Fingers laced together
we took a step.