Staring down from my mountain castle,
The ageless desert stares back at me.

Hearing a thousand tales as the wind blows.
The sound of falling pebbles assures me of my mortality.

Perfuming wild flowers pulls me from my reality,
While the sting of dust in my nose pulls me back.

Reaching forth I touch the sky,
My toes curl around the rock.

Warming sunrays reawaken a sense of purpose.
Nature’s glories reaffirm my being,

Reaffirming Peace.