The Rock Garden. I've flung my Life into the sun, And Fueled my Dreams with Atomic Fires which drove my soul with a Nova's might, - while burning out the core. The cost is dear, but burn I must and end up dust and ice. Time Enough Colder than the mountains, lit by winter's moon, emptiness spins a shuttle, on a dark and silent loom, and as the picture it is weaving, spreads out across the gloom, I lie in contemplation, in the silence of my tomb. The Valley Rivers flow, with changing courses, through green fields, with grazing horses.
Silver streams flow fast and slow born of purest mountain snow.
A deep blue sky white clouds above, that never push, that never shove, but gently pull the day along with quiet nature's loving song. Born of passing days Mounting Sun warms mountain dell, and warms the human heart as well. Nature's song is Nature's story. Living life, is Natures Glory. The greatest good that can be found, is in the world that lay around.