I sit on the hill looking at all below,
The fields of green
So many shades,
More than my mind can count,
Each one distinct.
Each one separated from each other
By lines of stone walls,
Walls that go for miles.
Crossing each other,
Crossing in a myriad of angles.
The occasional space where gates stand,
Gates upright and closed,
Gates slanted and broken,
Gates on the ground,
Acting as a path or bridge.
Within this land stand trees,
Only here and there,
Windswept and alone,
Alone with nature,
Alone in its own world
As I am, as I survey my world.
Alone with nature,
At one with its glory,
And wonder.
I wonder at its beauty,
And know that It will be with me,
Be with me as my Spirit rises,
Rises above my life,
And continues,
Continues to infinity,
To infinity and beyond.