Nothing here but death

Desolation and despair

Parched ground awaits dew

Nature’s vanity

Musing its own reflection

Upon a cold tarn 

Dare disturb the calm

Skim that pebble in your hand

Oh, what a mean thought 

Looks peaceful today

Yet malevolent clouds hover

Hurry home my love 

Delightful warning

Of impending wet and cold

Warm hands allay fears 

Lord, divide your sky

Give me my colorful share

I shall want no more 

The mountain wind blew

Whispered wisdom, uttered truths

Here is where I’ll camp 

Lonely sentinel

Faithful to a sworn duty

Give yourself a rest