Those purple and green hills
I long for
The long pause of the wind
And the changing seasons that make me grin.
The meditation and praise
The place where I diligently wiled away my days.
The solemn space was the place in which books I grazed.
Knowledge I found from both within and the world
Whilst upon that hill I was unfurled
Nurturing the natural growth of the land and myself
It truly was good for my health.
Yet, now I am far from the hillside.
Though these revelations I am not denied.
As I set forth in life with almighty stride.
I can look back and say I laughed and cried
Upon that hillside.