The trail is clear, skies are clear;
Fresh water at every bend.
The memories of winters past I hold dear;
Scars on my face are allowed to mend.
The pass is wide and the view is far;
Light shines through the hemlock.
Expectations are up to par;
I have only myself to mock.
The valley below will call me soon;
To shadowy places and misty times.
The night will bow to the sound of a lonely loon;
But I will not think like those powerful minds.