Take me away from the city
Away from the noise and the choking air.
Where people are ruled by time
and time is cruel to many.
Whisk me away
swift and silent.
To where time is endless
and peace prevails.
*
A spear at my side
to feed and keep me.
A hollow in a hill
to hide me from the wrath of God.
Give me a world where I am alone
to ponder and live as I will.
*
in the morning’s soft wet dew
on green grass does hang.
Gold
Silver
Green
and Red
Like lights of the tiny pixies.
The sweet smell of a fresh
smooth breeze.
The hills watch me live
and they smile.
Green grass.
Soft warm rains.
Food for body and soul.
*
A small glassy stream
rushing on it’s way.
Tinkling.
Laughing at it’s song of joy.
Giggling as I dip my feet.
*
A willow too
sighing in sorrow.
Yet happy to offer shade.
Emerald green and brown.
His arms move slowly.
His feet rest in the stream.
He has no rush
the day is long.
*
Grey, black
silver shivers.
They make my willow cower.
Make grass run in wild
frightened herds.
Even this
from my hollow I see.
*
Such anger has the forewind.
The storm’s messenger
Yet this too has it’s rewards.
*
Calm prevails.
All is at peace.
The scent of rain is tender
and beautiful.
Declaring peace.
*
In the night
I sing sweet melodies.
The stars listen and twinkle.
Happy.
Sometimes the queen of the night.
Her silver face does show.
Listening too.
She is often pleased.
Here I will live for all eternity
in the things provided.