Ah...I can feel something...
Cracks even the most hardened shell. If you feel nothing when listening to this song, you haven't truly listened, then have you? A story, of sorts...
A group of four, standing on the edge of an open field, forest at their backs, armed and clothed as travelers. A sword clinks softly at the leader's side, a young man, blonde haired, fair skinned, and possessing striking features. A girl stands at his shoulder, timid looking, clutching a cleric's rod in her arms, and gazing out across the tall grass Long brown hair falls about her shoulders, a dark blue bow adorns the top. She is wearing loose robes, rustling ever so lightly in the breeze. She is beautiful, strikingly so, and a perfect complement to her consort. On the young man's other side, a wiry man stands with a bow clutched lightly in his hand, arrows peeking over his shoulder. He gazes at the field with a critical, experienced air, and hums softly to himself a tune that soothes the soul and prepares one for travel. He has cropped black hair, covered in a loose bandanna. His face is hawk-like, eyes sharp and alert. The final person, a female, stands in the back. Wearing dark blue robes, she holds a long staff with an experienced air. A book is held under one arm, emanating the feel of power. She has chestnut hair, falling about her shoulders in a cascade, and outlining the pretty features of her face. They prepare to set out, and this moment comes witht hem, providing inspiration in times of need, and adding a beautiful tree to their own Gardens. Slowly, ever so slowly, this place will fill up, their travels adding flowers and plants, animals, and all sorts of things. They will create their own Garden of Memories, and Carry it with them forever.
This is my story for your song.... Thank you for your work, Maestro. As I have said before...you are a Master.
