Summit

The first place I will go

when death he has his say

is the place I truly hope

will never go away

I’ll walk all those old paths

climb those mountains high

relive all those bright memories

I hope will never die

The trees they bring me comfort

their leaves offer advice

unhappy till I listen

it is my only vice

The mountains blue and distant

have always been so strong

i’ll summit to the top

and stay there all day long

The rivers cool and crashing

the brooks laughing and loud

and as the rain returns

I am grateful for the clouds

He looks at me and smiles

Death, he holds my hand

he knows just where my soul belongs,

embedded in the land

I’m happy here among the trees

my body covered in moss

until the day he visits me

these rivers I will cross