oh how they rock for me they sing to me with their silence and I listen with my eyes only once more. staring again I see the truth with its trails and trees I see only the footsteps of my people. I ponder upon this and wonder who has been there in the same visions I look to everyday with questions and concerns in my life. for somehow I feel its wind through my window and hear its cries from the hard winter with all of the animals signaling within my soul. I reach to these greens in these mountains for guidence and peace for the quiet it always seems to give me with its noise. maybe someday I will walk there see the truth in these days of ponder in this mountain. maybe then he will speak to me with his dark hours of existence and silent futures holding for now. when I am ready I will travel to my mountain with nothing but content for I know I will never then return. I will sleep into those steep grounds and breathe the fresh scents I will then have been longing to smell for my lifetime.