
The Old Man next looked to the Rolling Hills.
Ahhhh...... to communicate with the Spirit of the Hills, I will need my crystal.
Ahhhh...... to communicate with the Spirit of the Hills, I will need my crystal.
Spirit of the Hills (as we all know) is older than the Old Man.
Older than the lakes and rivers.
Older than the trees and flowers.
As old as Time.
Older than the lakes and rivers.
Older than the trees and flowers.
As old as Time.
Dwelling deep within the Hills, he is Keeper of the Earth.
Rarely does he see the light of day.
Rarely does he see the light of day.
As the Old Man gazes into the Crystal, the form of a Unicorn appears.
"Magical Unicorn," calls the Old Man. "Are you the Spirit of the Hills?"
The Unicorn stamps its foot, and points its magical horn downward.
Something is written in the Earth.
The Old Man scrunches up his eyes and scratches his head.
I can't see anything, he thinks to himself.
Then slowly, gradually, the writing in the Earth becomes clear.
Chuckling to himself, he picks up his pen and writes in his Book of Wisdom.