Far-Ming

Once Upon A Time In The Distanced Horizon The Sun Cast Light Over The Wilderness Giving Views Of The Below Bearing Lands Far Beyond The Plains Of Tree’S Countless. In Calling For Warmth Of Early Rising Mists Beyond Baying Sounds Are Heard In Gathering Distance Of Morning Of Time Assumed As The Sun Leashing Its Light Again In Preminding The Airs Began To Cast Away The Lower Airs Of The Night The Mountain Cast Mistily With Quiets Of Morning It Was Indeed Time To Rise In The Forgotten Story Of Orient And Suns Beyond Suns.