Nothing to say,

Only to sit,

To look,

To contemplate the way.

 

The view always changing,

Bright with sun,

Shrouded by mist and rain,

Outlooks far ranging.

 

So, what is the truth?

Can we ever really see?

This I ask myself,

I ask my emotional sleuth.

 

His wisdom speaks through,

It points inside,

I know all I need to know,

There lies what is true.