Mt. Bonnell

I can see so little
as the sun sets beyond you,
as the light fades
and the dark grows. 
It travels from me to you. 

Yes, I can see so little
as the day wanes
as all do.
And what’s left then
when the night comes?

Will I be all alone?

On the hilltop, in the darkness,
as the cloud come rolling in?

I can hear them and I can see it—
bolts of light and nature’s cries,
loudly ringing in the valley
and striking between Me and You.

Yes, I can see so little
now that night has come…

I stopped writing it then because it was kind of a depressing song and the scenery was still so beautiful in the twilight.