Hills Have No Eyes

Whatever the pain there might be in the watchers' eyes or however high their spirits might be soaring but the hills are heartless....cold..... We love them because of their aloofness....... we are in them yet they are so so faraway.....so mysterious and so beautiful.... I wish I were a hill... I wish I were a mountain......I wish I were the clouds.......ever changing yet never losing their dignity and their beauty..... I wish I were the sunset so that I could rise again with my ultimate glory.........