Finding My Hill
my mother told me
that once i grew up
i would find my own hill
i scoffed.
not me.
my friends agreed.
until now.
they have left me and
found their own hill.
some have tried a few hills
while others are content with their first.
one day i found one.
the tree atop was beautiful
with its full green leaves and
thick branches.
i considered it.
i looked around me.
everyone seemed blissful with theirs.
i decided to climb it.
it was an easy climb.
it was inviting.
by day I enjoyed how the sun
would shine through its branches
leaving beautiful patterns of its rays.
by night I enjoyed the comfort of
the soft grass below me.
i waved to my friends from
the top of my hill.
as time passed I glanced up and saw
how beautiful the tree's leaves were
as they changed from vibrant green
to reds and oranges.
then a leaf fell on top my head.
then more.
and soon it was bare.
the rain came but
i had no protection from the wet drops.
snow soon followed.
i had to leave my hill.
it was a bad idea,
to find a hill.
i missed it too much.
but i looked around and
others had built shelters
and had shovels
they were prepared for the seasons.
next time,
i will be prepared.
i have learned.
there will be a next time.
i will find an even prettier hill.
but until then
i will gather supplies and
gaze upon the others.
that once i grew up
i would find my own hill
i scoffed.
not me.
my friends agreed.
until now.
they have left me and
found their own hill.
some have tried a few hills
while others are content with their first.
one day i found one.
the tree atop was beautiful
with its full green leaves and
thick branches.
i considered it.
i looked around me.
everyone seemed blissful with theirs.
i decided to climb it.
it was an easy climb.
it was inviting.
by day I enjoyed how the sun
would shine through its branches
leaving beautiful patterns of its rays.
by night I enjoyed the comfort of
the soft grass below me.
i waved to my friends from
the top of my hill.
as time passed I glanced up and saw
how beautiful the tree's leaves were
as they changed from vibrant green
to reds and oranges.
then a leaf fell on top my head.
then more.
and soon it was bare.
the rain came but
i had no protection from the wet drops.
snow soon followed.
i had to leave my hill.
it was a bad idea,
to find a hill.
i missed it too much.
but i looked around and
others had built shelters
and had shovels
they were prepared for the seasons.
next time,
i will be prepared.
i have learned.
there will be a next time.
i will find an even prettier hill.
but until then
i will gather supplies and
gaze upon the others.