The hills beyond.

Lushious and Looming,

Messy but Magnificent,

Beautiful, yet bruised.

The hills of the Willow tree lay beyond.

The hills of the Playhouse radiate with sound

The hills of my Home reek of sadness.

A long time ago,

I played, I grew up, I sung.

Let these memories sweep me up,

to the hills beyond.

Beyond my dreams,

Beyond my memories,

Beyond my existence.

Ill miss you.