When will you allow my humble pile of stone
To embrace you?
When will you permit my rolling hills
To bask in your joie de vivre?
My rivers tumble in turmoil
Until you give them direction.
The winds wail and howl
Until you tell them to sing.
Wander with me in my wilderness.
Enhance the stark beauty of my moors.
Let your footsteps grace the paths I walk.
Make the wild wilder
And the rock more solid.
Take the colours that drench my vista
And intensify them.
I know you can do these things
Because you've done them to me.

Esra Sloblock

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