The Distant Hills

And so the morning
slowly
gives away
the long awaited
russet hour

And from the green hills,
we can see
the distant horizons.
There are no cities here,
there are no graveyards,
there is nothing
but beauty
and tranquillity
all around us

No one goes to war
no one builds cathedrals
anymore.

There is no reason
and no need to spend
the day in other than
a joyous
acceptance
of
the morning
light.