Acrostic: Echoes of the Hills

Echoes is all that we hear

Coursing though our beings

Housing well kept cave secrets

Over the plains of human emotions

Endearing pilgrims to the Path of Truth

Secrets carried beyond a whisper

O, Pilgrim

Face the hills, be ennobled!

Though you be enfeebled

Harried

Ennobled you should be!

How then should your spirits waver?

If your feet be at the foothills

Lest they be the wandering footsteps on a quicksand

Let me know then, Pilgrim,

Such soaring sights you are afraid to plunge to.