Two white mountains

Bird goes north.

And touches the round white mountains.

They have two brown peaks.

Pecks down the brown peaks.

Bird is on the surface.

Enjoying the joy of life.

Touching down the surface.

Bird touches down the surface.

Now bird walks south.

Bird is walking south.

Slowly down to south.

On its way to south.

Enjoying its way to south.

There's a hole on the ground.

Not too far above

the oval holy well.

That leads Into the depths.

But it wants to go a little deeper.

To the lowest point in south.

Where splits to the twin rivers.

The wide and gorgeous rivers.

The bird looks back to north.

It wants to make it special.

The wonders of discovery.

It wants to go back home.

It's the very first step of growth.

To the firstly known dark cave.

With bright red round edges.

That smell like fleshy berries.

It seizes the awaited contact.

Awaiting for some more.

Which transcends it to infinity.

Willfully drowning down in the hole.