The moon is high in the sky, a pale blue sphere shielded partially from sight by slow clouds of Sirrus that drift along with the chilling breeze.
Shifting my gaze from the ceiling of the world I see the mountains that stand like silent sentinels of the world in the distance.
They sleep away the ages with no promise to ever wake, despite their shifting every other decade to a more comfortable position in the bed of the world.
Sprawled around them, thousands of trees making many forests that shift in the strong breeze like a swirling green ocean below the tall hill I stand.
A ways near the foot to the West a brooke provides the water I need.
The North, a few trees on the hill make a grove to provide the company of critters and shelter from the storms.
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To the East a quiet glade to lay in the grass blankets a ways before the forest abounds with plenty.
And to the South I see the Sea a ways away.
And here, in a robe and cloak to protect me from the cold of night, on this hill, I stare out at the world as I enjoy the view before me in all directions.
Many days have I aged as I watch the sun rise and fall, many nights have I rested watching the moon guide the stars by a similar path as it wandered across the sky.
Many times I have been alone to enjoy the sound of the wind, the warmth of sun, and the shapes of clouds, as I have the violence of storms and drought.
Many times have people came to keep me company and asked of the things i've seen and listened and told me their stories in kind.
On this hill I was not born, but on this hill I have lived, and no where but this hill do I enjoy the world 'round me, and so on this hill I shall live unto my death.
But until I breath my last, I will continue to enjoy the world and it's beauty from where I stand.
And on the moment of my death it will be on the hill I lived that I do so now, and after my death, I will join the sleep of the dead, with nothing but my bones to mark the hill that showed me a world to live for.