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Alone In The Sunlit Valley |
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The hills rise up at my sides, Tops shrouded in cloud and in mist; Shadows creep slow down their slopes, The treetops with morning dew kissed. Dark cloaks the landscape in gray; I stand in the valley alone; The sun lifts over the peaks, Falling upon grass and on stone. As light casts off the shadows, I feel a chill bite the air; But the warmth soon burns it off, Thinning in the sun's yellow glare. And as the light strikes my face, Breaking the shadows' night-gray spell, I turn to call out in joy-- But there is no one 'round to tell. As I shout out loud to rejoice, Only the valley hears my voice. --1998 |