As I sit up here within the pine trees In the lonely, wild mountains I see all that is clear with beauty But I wish to travel Somewhere where I can't hear the echoes Yet somewhere just as peaceful
I found somewhere just as peaceful This time I'm envisioning willow trees There are no past echoes Still this feels like those mountains Again I will go and travel Someplace far away without beauty
For I am someone who does not see beauty I see the darkness in somewhere peaceful Fear the dangers of lonesome travel Anguish over the looming oak trees Feel the chill wind in the mountains Cringe when others cannot hear the echoes
They came to haunt me, the echoes They came from a land of timeless beauty But I did not fit, coming from the mountains Chased away, from the land so peaceful Away to places with none of my trees So this is why I must travel
Seeking lands with my trees but no mountains Exhilarating beauty, exhausting travel Banish the echoes, with voices so peaceful
Written with the structure of a sestina, but without iambic pentameter. This is the first in a long time but I kind of like it.