
Huffing I walk up;
no chariots to heaven
or volcanic hills.

Huffing I walk up;
no chariots to heaven
or volcanic hills.

Sways a blade of grass
worshipping the mountain peak;
the sun huffs, jealous.

Stick figures walking,
seeking sun and green pastures—
a life in shadows.

Sunset show begins;
we’re all going away
as far as we can.