The cool autumn breeze blows.

My hair dances in the wind

And a friendly shiver courses my body.

I sit on a cold boulder perched upon a hill,

Which allows me to gaze upon the land for miles.

The orange and crimson hills roll ever on and on,

And the gray smoke stacks of fires,

Keeping households warm and cozy,

Dot the infinitely blue sky.

In this moment of clarity I am truly at peace.

I look down at the people and they are like ants.

Their cares and concerns are of no true meaning,

While mine melt away,

When the autumn wind blows.