In time

we shall return

to purple hills

and yellow wildflower

in the valley –

rustling softly

in a summer breeze

and crystal waterfalls

that play their merry game

half hidden in a chuckling creek –

to scarlet breasted birds

chattering of their freedom

in the tops of cool, green trees

and all the sounds

that do not shatter silence

but are part of it…..

in time

perhaps we’ll learn

to live again…..