My breath was hard,
Tough, as I climbed.
Grass of foot and wet,
I trod.
I found solace
Alone, by my side.
Misty winds distracted me.
Tempted me away
From my sodden silence.
I remembered then
Why I came.
Why I stood.
On damp hills
Where drizzle and dew
Sit side by side
On gentle blades.
Where grey clouds
Whisper secrets
To comfort the broken.
I came
To remember
Why I stood.