Led by the wind
Through a cave kept in darkness
A gentle breeze blows
Giving clues to the entrance
Yet still I descend
With no hope of ascension
No clue where I am
As the breeze carries on
And then the light strikes
Something unlike the Sun
Shining down from the ceiling
That shadows run from
The cave is now filled
With houses and people
A new way to live
In the dark hidden deep
A Life in Poems 