“Ah! I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill at sunset to see the forms of the mountains in the horizon.” Henry Thoreau.

My mind is overwhelmed at times;

Devastation – humanities crimes.

It’s then I need to sit upon a hill

And watch the Sunset – feel the thrill

Of Gaia’s goodnight; a parting gift

As all our sins she’ll gently lift.

It’s like some God or magic being

Makes the music I am seeing.

I know then that, as darkness falls

And Gaia to her nightlife calls

This is to be a short refrain

Before day’s music starts again.

The chorus heralding the dawn

As the earth in daylight is reborn.

Another day lived in the noise

That is a part of my life’s joys.