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.