Ponder Yonder

Ever rushing, blushing water

Wind upon my face

I sit here waiting, hating those

Who want to rape this place

Climing, styming, green-brown trees

Winter's on its way

Ever going, snowing on the land

I wish that it would stay

Growing fern, turned brown

It's that time of season

I ponder yonder, where I might go

Why leave? I've no reason.