Natures Call To rise and Never Fall

Natures call to rise and never falll


The young hills stand unmoved and deep
Flowing gently not harshly around the land beneath
Crafted valleys and curved low peaks
Drafting the mountains into nature made fleets
Of adventure and triumphs, all of them to be had
While some may choose that at these feats they will loose
So they sit back on the soft white sand
Forgetting the task that they have at hand
Staring woefully up at the sky
As their thoughts and feelings get up and fly
Gliding up the grassy hills
Out of the ditches into plains of olives, daffodils
Climbing up and up
Until the venture is up
And so the soft conifer trees aright behind them
The water and breeze cool behind them
The flowers and bees alive behind them
But to face the view they are stricken upon
The flowers and breeze might as well be gone
As the young hills stand unmoved and deep
They flow gently and softy around the person so willing to keep
This moment on their curved low peak
Seeing everything there is no need to speak
Because as the nature of this is beautiful and bright
In the wake of every day and every of night
Only at this point can you see it true
Ontop of the world the world is New
And so the adventure was over and here the triumph
The thrill of life all in one.

But because although they lie on the manmade sand
Blocking out their needed task at hand
They know that much more can be done
And that they are rejecting pure natures call
If not, the swayed person would rise and never fall