Sentinals of peace,

secrets rich,

I come to you my green friends

and wrap your hills around me,

blanket warm.

Silence bears my words and

your reply.

'neath temperate skys of blue and gold

or sheltered from the gale,

all is quiet.

Troubles ease,

calm restored,

wisdom flies on ancient wings,

timeless echoes counsel,

all is well. . .

and when I leave,

a part of me shall stay,

in every blade of grass and lofty view,

in valleys deep and chiselled ridge,

I will remain.