Endless

• Erica Jeffries, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2009

I look into the day;
The view is never ending;
I see so far but when I follow,
Like a moving wave the distance creeps away,
The horizon hiding behind trees, hills and rocks.
These things that make the landscape, endless to the sky,
They blend like a family, loving and natural.
I stare through close leaves and branches;
They’re different but somehow the same.
I see around and over father rocks and rolling mother hills,
Through all the hidden gaps, child trees play,
The wise old mountains blue.
From here I see no further,
But far beyond my view, nature multiplies into the future.