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.