On This Hill
The summer breeze gently blows,Cooling the hot, humid afternoon air.I sit down in the soft, green carpetThat nature has laid under this old Oak Tree.Quietly, I contemplate.I draw deep, full breaths.And staring off into the countryside,I sigh.Have you ever stopped long enoughTo realize how far you've strayedFrom your childhood dreams?Have you ever come to the placeWhere you’d give everythingT... »