
A mountain of wooden peaks and cliffs rising to meet the Sun.
Climbing with the mind, grasping here and there, reaching the summit.
Standing atop the mountain, what can be seen beyond your mind?

A mountain of wooden peaks and cliffs rising to meet the Sun.
Climbing with the mind, grasping here and there, reaching the summit.
Standing atop the mountain, what can be seen beyond your mind?

Withered and weathered by years gone by with more to come tomorrow.
How many tomorrows are remaining no one knows for sure.
Why worry about what may or may not come, best enjoy the Now.

The secrets of yesterday and tomorrow before your eyes.
So much time has passed and yet, so much more time has yet to come.
I cannot help but question: how much time does a seed contain?

In a field lies the remains of a giant of yesteryear.
A story is revealed by what they held dear within their roots.
To know their story in full, look above, around and beyond.

A dry cracked surface tells a story of what has come before.
Yesterday reveals itself today, echoing tomorrow.
Which leaves the question, what are the secrets beneath the surface?

A bright sunny morning breaks through a few days of grey, wet gloom.
Dark shadows retreat into small corners, cracks, and crevices.
The light reveals experience, beauty revealed for a time.