On the second summit due west, in the distance I could see a cliff towering over a lake below. It had pointed rocks of a neutral colour bulging out of its chest, increasing in size from the top to the bottom. The lake below swamped the foot of it, but only dampened the presence of the skyscraper. Beyond the caving shadow of the cliff the lake had a chameleon blue glaze that shimmered in the radiant gleam of the sun. On the lake you could make out small ripples from the limp air. The banks around grew higher as the water deepened, with reeds and rushes coating them. These neat arrangements were stained in the landscape all around. Along the path lush scenery like this constantly filled the corner of my eyes as I continued to focus on the wall.
I traveled on, wrestling with the rigorous terrain. On the crown of the third hill, again I could see the wall plunge into the verge ahead. Following, I descended down the slope,
My legs started to buckle and twist as I edged down over some rocks that out grew the path. As I had guessed at every interval in the hills something inhabited its innards. This one had the remains of a watchtower, beneficial in times of old. Before I had the chance to account for this scene, my anticipation to explore the next chapter drew me along the path.
On the fourth hill the wall took a slight turn to the left as it lessened into the verge, giving me the impression it was dodging something below in the dip. I increased my pace tripping over stones along the awkward path. As I got to the end the wall blocked my view into the dip as it fell. I climbed over the remaining bricks so I could catch a glimpse of what was inside. Crawling over, something started to appear a deep green coloured leaf, leathery, with spiked tips and cracks running through the middle. Slowly more of them focused, brown branches rooting from the back of them. Before I had the chance to balance, I was overwellebed by the appearance of a magnificent tree.
Intrigued to see more, I rushed off the bricks and down the path, slipping as I went. After clambering down the hill I stood back to observe the colossal feature. The long crooked branches curved like fingers moulded from the giant trunk that standing firm in the middle. The grouping of branches and leaves stretched out over my head, eclipsing everything around. A dark murky brown filled the body of the tree lit where the bark finished. Many winged seeds with precise router blades littered the ground, telling me that it was a sycamore tree. Its long roots burst out of the earth as they converged with the wall beside. Sinking into the backdrop, I forgot the wall for a moment as the plant took centre stage. This brief encounter with a hidden obstacle did not dishearten the wall, which carried on up the following slope, leaving me behind. Only a small coupling of trees in the distance could be seen making this encounter even more breathtaking.
I would never forget this magnificent highlight, like so many I passed on my journey.
I left the sycamore behind as I reached the final peak. The end of my adventure was in site, only one more slope to pass along. At my stop I could still make out the wall rush ahead on its seemingly endless path. The wall has slowly decayed over time, but the scenic surroundings seem to hide the deadened patches. The cruel intentions of its founders have gradually fizzled out over time and now the astonishing structure can be admired by all. This forgery of stone can be easily considered one of the great marvels of the world.
As it carried on I knew I would forever wonder what else would lie along the path of the ROMAN WALL!