These mountain rocks and full-leaf trees
Stand forlorn, patiently,
Wafted by a cold breeze.
I see no caricature of man,
Just bold outlines:
A stoic defiance against his plan.
Nature here has a will
And change has no performance-
Only a wind to chill.
The clouds above come and bring a dream
To up looking artists
And those aspiring to scheme.
Let us all agree
To leave a vacant space
Up here, above the scree.
A place for nature and rough grasses
Where the wild is present
And all that it encompasses.
Come up and cleanse your mind,
Smile upon the threatening-
A life of a different kind.
Make a place in your heart
For mountain and rowan trees-
Now that is a good place to start.