Valley hidden deep outside the bubble of society,
beyond my reach and out of sight,
out of your mind, you seem to discover a surprise.

It hertz, because it burns,
but you see the flower through all your hurt,
into the honeycomb maze,
crystallized spaces,
our secretive pagan races.

Plants guide the way, they've know it long enough,
taunted along the back wood,
hunched path,
a thud with each step.

Sun is glorious today,
showing me the way, 
as it slithers through broken branches,
catching the birds and bees,
off guard.

Vibrate with me,
get on my frequency,
you belong in my Valley.