I see a mountain
High as it should always be,
I look down and face I did
A faceless valley

Clean, it so seemed
With no faces as I leaned,
I did not twitch nor did I fear
Look upon I did on a blue sky so clear

As I set ready for my rest
I had gazed upon a flower which knows no zest
Slowly it withers
As the sun slowly sets and as I start to shiver

Closely I looked, and sighed
This land was surely once pure,
But indulged in hatred and false desire
Left to decay and endure

Full it is in my eyes
Full of grief and lies
Full of thorns to embrace
Mother nature then renovated this place

                                           *-Our hearts may be pure for now but never forget our past on which has lead us to this second.