A prayer to the place I am of ...
The rock rises strongly
Uncompromisingly from below
Making upward motions
Holding secrets that are whispered
Out onto the breath of winds
Carried a far to lands in distant places
The green fields line the valley
Banking up to the rivers edge
Folding into the waters
Flowing speedily by
Uncontrollable, unabashed water
Brings its life quenching message
Reminding me of what power really means
And who we should be listening to
Up on the moor
The bracken tops unfurl
Swaying in the breeze
At summers height they present
Hidden cover from the beating
Rays of the sun
Only to shrink back again
Comes winters frost
No thaw insight
Icy fingers grow along the tributaries
Falling toward the lowlands
