The Servant

From the servant on the mountain came the song. The clouds still leaking colours and the tall grass, dressed in yellow plumes; the birds a burst of laughter in between. This is the glory, the land; the rivers that run it, the trees that forgive it, the rain and the wind its applause. This from the servant, the master and heir to the land: I shall stand here and learn how to trust and obey. I will stand here and love you forever.