Sad and climbing a mountain

sad and climbing a Mountain.

do these old old rocks know sadness

have they sat together for thousands of years

do these trees know joy?

and what about Love .

can they teach me about it?

all they’ve seen and yet

they’re still there.

i know for sure that when life is hard

and the heart break hurts,

the gentle trees, rocks, moss, and lichens

the chattering brooks, the birdsong,

The mother Moon,

are a welcome entity of refuge .

a solace

a friend

to surrender into.