Oh The Hills ...

I wish to go back
To that beautiful land.
Where the cold wind was sweet,
The fields green and brown.
The big, white windmills
Showed how pure the world is.
The green in the valleys,
And the trees I saw.

The waterfalls in the rain,
Would have been a great sight.
Too bad I missed them,
But I’m glad I imagined it,
Gave it my own beauty.

The early morning fog,
The trees I saw through it,
The reflection of the trees in the pond,
The depth behind the trees,
The sunrise in the distance,
The fruits that had fallen,
The birds that ate the fruits,
The trees from which they flew,
I wish I could be there with you.

And if I go there alone,
It wouldn’t be painful,
The beauty would heal it.
I hope you can feel
What it is to be there.