The Hill

Alone I stood
Up on  my hill,
And contemplate the stars.
I reach for them,
To bring them down,
But they remain quite far.
They to would like
To come down here,
And rest their weary wings.
But "Alas" they say
"I can not come,
I would burn up things."
So still I stand
Up on my hill,
And contemplate the stars.
I've reached for them,
To bring them down,
But they remain quite far.

-Pangun