… The day that I am led to water-downed bridge,
More often than not, my worry will fade on the ridge.
I see the cascades, where rocks in the water have met.
The songs they play, I hear- help to soothe- to forget.
… The light-dappled wood- what a comfort to me!
Gentle wind speaks in the language of a tree.
You see, time passes by, I don’t see the same scene.
Majestic blue horizon cast a dark shadow in between.
… How I relish the solace of walking alone,
So lost in thought- in a place all my own!
Though solitude works, why my spirit is low?
The ridge seems to beckon, I tend to go.
What an amazingly, beautiful slice of land,
Her welcoming wild- the ridge holds out her hand!! …