We climb the "Hill of the Kings".
Look!
On all sides,
Surrounded by
Concrete, road and steel.
'King of the Hill'
Dominating the whole land.
We were once
Happy to sit
On mountains amongst the leaves.
Rain gently soaking our bodies,
Swimming down our skin.
Now human prints trample the land.
And snakes have no place to hide.
Yet we keep on making moonscapes,
Congratulating ourselves on seeing so far!
Drifting further and further from
Rain-soaked stillness
On forest hills.