The sight the sound the smell the feel of green
The flowers the birds the trees the inbetween
The ancient pathways leading to the lake
I climb up Orrest Head, for old time sake
Perceptions become dulled as we mature
We lose more simple treasure every year.
We rarely see the other as they are
Our minds are fixed, our images grow bare.
I wander down the hill with wondering eye.
Feel my senses stroked by sun and sky
As I lie in bed on summer Nights
I remember natures fierce insights
In this unknown glory I must lie
The lion will love the lamb before he dies
How my heart sings 