The Eternal

How contentedly thou forage on
through paths of trees ungiven
to find a place where noise is gone
a place beside the river
And none shall seek and none will find
what passes through thy lifted mind
great revelations, so to aspired
by all the wise ones throughout time
From thou, they flow to root's connect
and then disperse to waters teeming
much greater, much without defect
to thy capricious, gentle being
And though the eons do descend
thou ashes flung to ripening sky
forever whisper, round the bend
eternity grows in woods nearby
-Amanda Hiland
Sherwood, Oregon