October 05, 2005 = on the hill



the wind whispers,

enticing me,

to flee and fly,

escape from reality,

truth and pain,

endure it i shall,

persevere i shall,

greater i’ll be,

prevail i will,

for all her will,

is in my benefit,

the direction she blows,

north south east and west,

to make the dreams o’mine,

come into being,

gracefully she wafts,

round tall trees,

amidst the saplings,

of these ancient leaves,

calling out,

those faeries of lore,

to once more prance,

worship and adore,

the power of nature,

is at once clear,

on the hill,

where the ancients,

grew high.


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