Lessons

You speak to me of all sorts of evil magic, of darkness that just won’t let you live.

You speak of obstacles that miraculously appeared, of never before seen troubles.

I lose interest as you mumble.

The cold breeze has a sharpness to it, but at least it’s fresh.

The mountains before me may think I am too small, but at least they won’t tell.

The woods hold more mystery then all human childen could ever possess,

and yet,

this majesty I could never outshine
is such a kind and reassuring presence.

It could teach you a few lessons.