On hills


R.

Hills are
The best places to be
For stories of stars and the sea
And knowing why you're alive.


We gaze at the stars
The stars gaze at us
They can't help but stare
As we vanish into air.



I used to go to hills
To sing to myself
To read into clouds
The shapes forming hope


The hills are the places
Where battles are won
Where smiles bright, the sun
Where my savior died


I look at the world
That is dark and won't see
That doesn't listen to me
Or anyone else


So, think of a hill
There is one made for you
You may find the truth
And your mind
Will rise high.




© R Becker