On a lonely hill I lay
Watching on from afar
I watch as the morning comes and the night fades
I dance along to the birds singing and the winds ringing
I imagine a warriors fight with the clouds molding white
I witness a storm's might along side the lightning's graceful strike
I recall every meaning behind every seeing
My memories become full of magnificent delights
Never wanting to leave my lonely hill
Forever staying out of sight
©kamen1
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