"The true voyage of discovery,
lies not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes".
I am a hill of poetry and
from here my eyes
can follow the waves of the sea.
The wind and the sea become
one element to the senses to perceive.
Without the wind one cannot smell the sea,
nor can a spray of water be felt.
The ebb and flow is a strength and force
that has the power to change where my feet rest.
Her rambling mist masks the figment that is secretly
unfolding on the forest floor.
It is here that we all are one.