Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

No Hill or valley is giving peace,
No sun or moon will dry your tears.
On the mountain, you feel the winds and tears.

You see that little creek wash away the sand on your feet feeling in warm breeze touching your skin.

No Hill or valley is giving peace,
No sun or moon will dry your tears.
On the mountain, you feel the winds and tears.

On the hill you see the fruits in bloom not yet time to pluck, but giving the perfect shade for a afternoon in the valley, you smell the memory of the blossom.

No Hill or valley is giving peace ,
No sun or moon will dry your tears.
On the mountain, you feel the winds and tears.

A memory becomes a feeling the colours of the tree turn, no frozen memory will ever get a chance to grow its emotion that makes it blossom.

No Hill or valley is giving peace ,
No sun or moon will dry your tears.
On the mountain, you feel the winds and tears.

When I’m sitting feeling the warm breeze, my feet in the creek under the tree waiting to pluck the fruits after my day on the mountain.

©Elke Stevens 10/06/2018