There is beauty here,

There is beauty here,

It is everywhere

It is bound in the weave of magic

Pulling the earth together over

Rivers deep below

Where tunnels teem with sightless things

Without a need for meaning

To lead them on their way

From the beginning to the end

Within reach

Of a far distance

They never doubt or comprehend

Yet still, they live.

Each morning

I walk through deep grass

Across a rolling hill

Where in my mind’s eye

I behold

The tumble of forgotten mills

Broken walls and the gouge

Of ancient glaciers

From before the time of man

When thick ice slid

Upon the ground and shaped

The lay of the land

I have come to know.

Where the apple trees grow

Corn heads sway

Windfarms turn

Children play at being grown-ups

When they hide their fear

And seek to build a fortune in the city

As once did I

A smudge of grey

On the far horizon

Where hopes are dashed and dreams come true

Yet still, I seek

To live.