Cleansing rivers rage blue, beached with small rocks
like a wet, rocky sandwich nature makes.
Small waves come  crashing like swift preying hawks,
Destroying all boats without any hate.
Next, trees swarmed together, brown and burly
With sun-yearning grass and shrubs hoarding light.
Do no traverse mind jumbled with worry
For mischiefs hides in the darkness of sight.
Climb, the, to the peak of the grey mountains.
Four tops standing as old giants so tall.
Falling rocks and unstable ground fall in 
your way, causing death. Overcome death's wall.
In these lands, evil has found its respite,
To pass, with nature you must learn to fight.