In time of fire, I dwell in this furnace called life.
In time of Ice, I sit atop the high mountain peak & gaze up at the starry sky.
Penetrating is your thought.
From willow to elk, from clear stream to quiet desert, I find the expanse of thought encapsulating.
Shake the branches, shake them hard. Gather all the fruits you may for more knowledge of tomorrow.
In time of life, I sit & gaze up at the starry sky, the pale moon & I, quietly thinking.
In time of life, I rejoice for the simple pleasure for all that which is encompassing.