A peaceful walk near meadows where young calves
and their mothers grazed
Trees stood barren and dark
as the sky lay a drizzle of misty rain
upon us
It all looked as though this land was under a settling
sleep that we should not disturb
Our voices echo off the hills
"Hello over there!"
Hush,
Let the quiet enter again
When leaves fall we see
the gracefulness of trees
Crossed trunks seem to be
in embracement as their
roots clasp the earth
tightly
