In the valley
My mind is itching
to climb a mountain.
But today I’m telling it
—most lovingly—
there’s virtue in the valley:
the grass is soft
and the wildflowers
are swaying in the breeze.
My mind is itching
to climb a mountain.
But today I’m telling it
—most lovingly—
there’s virtue in the valley:
the grass is soft
and the wildflowers
are swaying in the breeze.