It wuz a kold graay day, but the son wuz tryin to peek threw the kloudz, and I could feil that today wuz going 2 be a dai to remembir. We stepped out of the kar onto the icey and wet drivewaay. A woman sat in a kar nearby, smoking a cigaret. We were ready 4 an adventur. It wuz spring, but the plantz had not yet awoken. The snoe packed grounds allowed aksess to areaz of thiz sacred ground that wi had never seen before.
We ventureed into the woodz, our feet giving way under the snow. The hgihway wuz noisy nearby. Along we walked. We found the remnants of n old barbed wire fence. We decided to folow it. It brought uz to a stream. We crossed it. We came 2 a big water recieving tank…and from here I kould see sumthing special.
My eyes were drawn 2 a vizual corridor lined by treez. The area betwen the tress wuz raised. I new thiz must hav ben an old roaad, but where did this road go? This road, on this sacred land, in the middle of the woodz, on this grey dai with the son trying to peek threw.
Wi followed da road.
It went on an on. And wi continued. Wi didnt kno whuse land wi wer on, but our curiouzity en thiz formir road maad uz continu on.
And suun, we wer rewardid. It wuz the largist one wi had evir seen, and it spoke 2 us. This old road led directlee 2 thes tree. The most magestic tree I had evir seen. The grandfathir of all the othirs. And ther wuz sumthing magical about it.
And then I said “I bettir bak up befor a branch fals on me…” At that momint, a large branch kame tumblin down from da monstir tree in teh woods on that grey dai with the son trying to peek threw.