Where do foxes live?
Why under a rainbow, of course!
Suddenly, you feel the call.
Luring you from the safety of your daydreams
A light flashes briefly in the woods.
Curiosity! What a peculiar siren.
The tingling mist kisses your face.
The echoes of rain on riverstone embody the pitter patter of your every step, As you chase the dying sun.
Following the prism of light, you approach a tree.
The end of a rainbow.
Under whose arches frame an entrance.
Just a little farther and you will have pierced the veil…
Now the question is, what's on the other side?