Large blocks of rough-hewn rock
adorned with conifers and firs
stirring in the cooling breeze;
one after the other, each solid block
their tones of grey and pale brown shines
in tribute each to their adorning pines
Sunshine has struck
for a short while, then the cloudcover again
dims the bright light, and warns of coming rain
We’re midway to our destination
that’s Olso, from Copenhagen,
and driving somewhere midthrough Sweden
where we pass along
endless roads through forests of pinetrees
where trees and rocks and trees is all the eye sees
All sense of distance,
time and place seems to have left me,
I can no longer single out a singular tree
and as the clouds exchange
now with us plain the blessings of the rain,
I gently drift into a dreamless sleep again