A/N: Originally written for a contest on allpoetry. The prompt came from a picture.
Together the four brothers held hands
And walked further into the cool water,
Never once looking back at those
They would be leaving for good.
The red sun beckoned them forward
To the peak where heaven kissed earth,
The distance vast between the waterfalls,
Beyond, rough mountains to overcome.
The tree of life sat idly by, sucking
Holy water through raised, gnarled roots.
The children passed before it,
It waved them on in silent reassurance.
Hand in hand, barefoot,
Never once looking back,
Four brothers did journey forth,
Seeking solace in their promised land.