Deep forest covers stark landscape- sleeping, waking breathing light in dense glades and sharp blades of green spectrum piercing inner growth- defining outer state and depth of hue.
Every season's new like sun and moon through day and night- eternal is the flight of birds and tides of time- a passing age a moment gone.... so distant now I hear the sound- the unborn beat of nature's ground- the pull and force the kick and start that is another stage evolving through labour and rest- battles lost and won until the final quest is lived and done.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers