Rambling among some lonely mountain top
A rustle of leaves in this ravine
The fury of flight in the heavens
Oh, but what wonders I’ve seen
Talk to the world around me
And watch a flickering image that’s there
So much to look at
No choice but to stop and stare
A steady gurgle of a stream
The splash of my feet in the shallows
The steady drift of an unseen current
The lathered foam within hallows
Sacred are the stones I tread upon
And of such worth are the glades
I trespass my eyes on each stem
Ignoring the tug of a hundred spades
But the digging has lasted longer than the men who dug
The marks remain on the earth as proof of insecurity
Something as pointless as a hole or two
But so enduring and lost of its identity
Oh what agreement allowed such a treaty to progress?
Dig beneath such values as harmonious wealth
When money is measured in love and giving
To have freedom and be in good health
I empty my pockets and the patter of rain refreshed the soil
And I dig some new holes, much smaller
I reassure the seeds of their home and tuck them into sleep
I only dream of the days they are taller
For the dreams I have end only when life will cut me from my bond
Tire of my presence and push me far beyond
Life is but a vision to me, one I just can’t shake
No matter what peace I make
**This is mainly about nature although it has an aspect of live aswell.**
