I stood upon the brink of a forest
Waiting for the leaves to change under the autumn spell
The trees singing in tune with the wind in natureâ??s chorus
And cooling the place where I dwell
Now I stand on the brink of a mountain
Looking at its tall and cold heights
Drinking from its cool rivers and fountains
Forgetting all worry or strife
I now stand on the brink of the sea
Gazing in wonder
At its vast immensity
And the waves crashing like thunder
I will stand on the brink of a fire
Vast and destructive
It will cover the land in a citadel growing ever higher
Destroying life and all that live
I will then stand on the brink of darkness
It will be terrible and great
It will rouse in me fear and coldness
And bring with it the dark hand of fate
I now stand in the light
Beautiful and white
Strong and beautiful, yet terrible in its power
Sheltering and powerful. But as gentle as a lamb
These are my musings
Of things pleasant and terrible
Things that bring happiness and sorrow
These are my musings of nature
