Echo's of the Ancients

As dawn rises up upon the mountains green
The light of day filters through the trees
A blue Grey mist moves slowly casting magical shadows
Within appear the great spirits, awake
They wander through the woods
Leaving their legacy of peace and harmony
Of being one with the earth and sky
remember, we walked the same pathways
We walked through those portals
those special doorways from one dimension to another
You can feel them, sometimes
they let you see them, hear them
Their sacred words and customs they impart
To those special few who understand
and live the way of peace and harmony
Silently the light  of day merges through the morning mist
Sunbeams dance in the morning light
A soft breeze flows gently, lifting the drifting mist
Casting magical shadows
Images appear from the ancient times
Our Astral Warriors travel the paths of time
These time portals open - Twixt twilight and dawn