At the top of a hill a man walks to the peak

He scouts for a place he can lay down his seat

He places him self on a chair made of teak

To resist the winds and dark clouds that may peak

He closes his eyes to await his dreams

They day is More silent then normal as it seems

Maybe rain will come about in the wake of the noon

Or a sleet as white as the Lilium that blooms

But to his surprise an unfamiliar view

‘All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue’