Nature never leaves you,
like certain people do;
one day there here,
next day there gone,
you search for someone new.

In the mountains, I am lost,
but I always find my way;
being lost is only bad,
if you've no other place
to stay.

Solitude is healing,
in the hills, I see forever;
in the walk of silent footsteps,
I  always find my pleasure.

Nature doesn't judge you,
it's just there to
please the eye;
clouds provide odd shapes,
as they slowly
drift on high.

People sometimes leave you,
but the sorrow lasts not long;
there are many other comforts,
to bring you a new song.

Put your trust in nature,
when in trust you have to start;
it will not leave you lonely,
it will not break your heart.