So, I've been going through the last of my boxes of crap and found a writing folder of stuff I had written - some of it when I was 14 or so. I thought I'd share:
At the Top of the Hill
At the top of the hill spires reach to the sky
and the tips touch the clouds.
At the top of the hill you can see anything,
and everything.
At the top of the hill,
when looked upon closely,
divine beauty is discovered.
At the top of the hill the sun touches the
earth, and it is here,
the God we all dream of.
At the top of the hill the moon looks down
upon us and wishes us a night free of worries.
At the top of the hill when all is dark and
peaceful, we discovered what it means to be
happy, we discovered God.
At the top of the hill the spires reach to the sky
and the tips touch the clouds.
At the top of the hill it is not important
what you see, it is only a picture.
At the top of the hill there is a beautiful
picture, but it is not important.
At the top of the hill you must discover
your god.
At the top of the hill I discovered mine.
At the top of your hill the spires will
Reach for the sky.
And it will be beautiful.
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I must have written it when I was 15 or 16. I do remember if was written after sitting on our balcony and watching the sunset over this. I wish I could get a better picture of the front. Oh well.
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