Come With Me

You question why I wish to live In isolation among the wilds, Forsaking all society gives And its lure of ventures beguiled? To answer this I can't decree In words what lacks simplicity Instead, why not come with me To taste my eccentricities. Come with me to stand Atop a snowy mountain's peak To gaze at miles of virgin land The beauty of which words can't speak. Come, let it strip away your cares And then perchance you just may dare To feel the peace that's waiting there Atop that snowy mountain fair. Come with me and walk Along a winding river's brink To listen to the wood thrush talk Or watch a doe come out to drink. Come, watch the beaver's clever craft Then pause to hear what few men have Come stroll along that peaceful path To listen to your spirit laugh. Come with me and run Through golden fields of flowing grain Then pausing there to fill your lungs Take time to smell the windblown plains. Come, watch the merry butterfly Float 'cross an amber colored sky And hear the earth give out her sigh As now the day says his goodbye. Come with me and sleep And lay beneath the star strewn skies In timbered heights, so dark and deep To find repose for weary eyes. Come, think of all you've seen today Of Mother Nature's grand display And once we have knelt down to pray Then let your dreams come out to play. Then arise with the sun And return to society To work until the day is done On another man's proprieties. Think then of our day gone past And of these questions you've asked You'll know then why I'm an outcast Who's chosen the more tranquil path. Timothy I. Brumley