Bringing Promise

Running through meadows of the past, looking forward to climbing mountains, standing beyond a forest of storms, waiting heavily under nighttime stars. Reaching for answers, hoping walking will bring them from depths of inner rhythms that have been playing incessantly. Tomorrow being expected to bring a promise of better things to come in the future. Not able to stand the directives of unhappy people, trying to place their own unhappiness onto others, walking away, beyond encounters with them. Going into mountains freshly scented with nature, harboring a freedom that can be given to those who choose to be broken from the shackles of turmoil. Pleasant moments once again being able to be produced in quantities large enough to be given throughout the remainder of life.