You've asked me why I'd wish to live
In isolation, among the wilds?
And taste not what society gives,
Nor have mine peace beguiled?
To answer this, I can't decree
In words, that which lacks simplicity.
So then, come with me and see,
To sense my longings purities.

Come with me and stand,
Atop a snowy mountains peak.
To gaze at miles of virgin land,
The beauty of which words can't speak.
Come, let it strip away your cares.
Then perchance you just may dare,
To feel the peace that's waiting there.
Atop that snowy mountain fair.

Come with me and walk,
Along a winding rivers brink.
To listen to a wood thrush talk,
Or watch a doe come out to drink.
Come, watch the beaver's clever craft.
Then pause, to hear what few men have.
Come, stroll down that peaceful path
To hear your spirit laugh.

Come with me and run,
through fields of flowing grain.
Then, stop to fill your lungs,
And smell the wind blown plains.
Come, watch the merry butterfly
Float across an amber colored sky.
Hear the world give out her sigh,
As the day gives way to night.

Come with me to sleep,
Beneath the star strewn skies.
In timbered heights, vast and deep,
To rest your weary eyes.
Remember all you've seen this day,
While considering society's decay.
And then, after we kneel and pray,
Let your dreams come out to play.

Then rise with the sun,
And return to your society.
To work until the day is done,
On another man's proprieties.
Then, remember your questions asked,
And think also of our day gone past.
I think you'll know why I'm an outcast
Who has chosen a more tranquil path.

Tim I. Brumley

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