Hello Riddlers! It's that time again- can you guess our theme this week? The subject's a bit underground. ; ) ~ F
Here's a spot you'll lay to rest when at last you've solved your quest. Perhaps a hill or grassy knoll is where you'll pay your final toll. The breath of trees that breaks the wind sweeps in time what's kept within. Stones and flowers mark the day, capturing shadows along the way. Stroll in early with an easy glide; slip down the silver on memories slide. But beware should you creep in late- you're sure to find another gate. For in the scripture, carved in stone, rests below flesh and bone. So take thee care, whilst in this wake- to act a fool's a big mistake.
Where are you?
I gave you a clue!