“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.