We stand on a hill top, watching the passing of time.
The world of change goes spinning pass
Vast forest of our ancestors, culled long ago,
Land naked for man to grow his food,
Or cleared to build his caves.
Soon no place left, for him to rest his soul,
Or clean the air, that’s life for him.
Upon this little hilltop,
There’s now just two of us.
Our leaves there are no more.
Below is a quote from John O’ Donohue. I was given a book many years back by this man and his writing awoke a spirit within me.
“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’Donohue,