Up to you

 

I’ve been closer to heaven then I’ve ever been before

I felt the entrance open but someone shut the door

The picture of the world encaptured in these heights

The Golden Eagle swooping down majestic in its flight.

How did creation taketh place within this land of make believe

Whom is responsible for the vista so rugged and yet serene

Or the whether that is so windy and wet right to the bone

And terrain that so disrupted and trips us when we roam.

 

Have we risen or did we drop on the contours that we tread

Have we solved the track of life with the thoughts inside our head

Can we realise just what to do to find out what is true

Philosophy is too much for me – I’ll leave it up to you.

 

19^th June

Applecross peninsula