And wash away the unheard tears.

Without a doubt or care,

How far do we dare.

Traveler in all,

Hear my simple call.

Upon the mountain rims, and rolling hill sides.

Help me see the dim, and know what's wise.

To childhood innocence, to running aimlessly.

To a spiritual sense, and soul opening free.

The lake calls me in the meadow far away

Its soft glistening surface

And sun's golden reflection's ray.

Piercing through my dreams

And heart beams.