When Action Trumps hope we evolve

When I get to that place beyond the hill,

I see the grass taller and greener still.

I see streams flowing between rocky edge

and blustery winds stifle leaves and sedge.

I see the rain, I see sleet and I see snow,

as deeper yet into these hills I go.

But will the sun shine bright beyond that cloud?

And will I be more for all this I've found?

When first I saw here, but now I see there,

stood in that place I watch and I stare.

But the further I move along that road,

I find seeing really is believing, 

and within in this being there is hope.

The hope that I shall see further still,

when I get to that place beyond the hill.

Reviews

[Linear]

A far sighted poem, with great rhyming an easy poem to read and get lost in. I think I may follow this moonshadow, and see what I can see

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

Fantastic!! I loved the concept of this poem and I really liked the use of a hill to represent the future a very great piece

[Ed Hart]

if there's anyone here that will see further still, it is you