Dirge of the Hills

You walk down the long and winding ways

And you watch

The first flush of dawn

Paint the glimmering silver

With a rich crimson hue,

The clouds far away still asleep

In another land beyond the sky

The indulging hills play with the birds

And resonate to the beats of the gong

Sounding from a monastery meditating nearby.

And you hear

The winds play on the dulcimer

As the conifers stand tall

Looking lovingly at the acorns

Playing at their feet.

And you see

Clouds arrive from nowhere

To softly embalm the valleys deep down

Impregnate them with lush green growth,

And the hills dance in their souls with nascent joy

To the sound of a harmonious melody

Embellished at night with dazzling diamonds

Never weary for a morning tomorrow,

And you shudder

At Cain wielding a knife

In a fierce carnal desire to possess it all.