Somewhere in the Hills

Somewhere in the hills
Away from signals
Far from alarms
On a late morning

Rested a light sheet of sun
Warm, and lazy,
Sprawled over a velvety meadow
For an unhurried siesta

While the fringes swayed
Dark shadows followed steps
Of lush branches, up above
Dancing besotted in vestal stupor

In playful arms of whistling winds
Loafing around
Lingering moodily
Running after fallen leaves

Or swinging a twig
To startle a bee
And to suck up
The spilt honey

Of flowers by lake
With clouds swimming above
Carrying carts of snow
To lands unknown

Stories
Sad and beautiful
Faint and forgotten
Told by the flowing river

That divine is here
So is heaven
Ever present
Somewhere in the hills