Even In Hills
even in hills, were once the mountains
and the valleys, the seas
and the mighty redwoods, the seeds of long ago
and in my father's grave, a boy long ago
innocence gives in to the restless, and then we are back again
peace resides on tepid waters, and I to dust
for the children of tomorrow to morn, not for long of me
for my final thoughts should disappear but for naught I pray.
