THE HILL

Take me on a ride,

On that rusty bike.

Up above the hill,

To see the stars in the sky.

I feel the breeze on my arm

That once touched you,

Zephyr on my face feels so fresh,

As it passes through you.

Can I have this chance?

For you and I to dance.

On the squib of emotions,

I have no room to skip a glance.

I look at the moon

So bright and bold,

Calls me at the hilltop

To lay on grass with you.

O my dear hill, you taught me,

To stand strong and still.

Now that we rest on the hilltop,

I have the moxie to speak,

“That you took me to the happiest peak.”