Ever when came once
On the whispers
Of a chanced
Breeze dancing through
The tall limbs of
Old trees standing
Proud as monuments
On a hill
I chanced
One day rising on
A hill alone
After brushing bare legs
Through tall prairie
Grasses long
Way then was the
Tops of oaks maples growth
That existed before my
Conception in a way
Meant to grow
Awaiting to convince me
Of the awe fraught with
Discovering
Every step taken
Can be