"The Calm Upon the Hill"

Upon the hill, the grasses sway,

As gentle winds do lightly play,

And 'neath the sky so blue and wide,

The world seems calm, and peaceful inside.

But in my heart, a storm does brew,

Of thoughts and fears, a motley crew,

That roil and rage and toss and turn,

And leave my soul in pain to burn.

Yet still I stand upon this hill,

And let the wind my fears to still,

For in this moment, I am free,

And all the world is calm to me.

So let the storm inside me cease,

And let my soul be filled with peace,

For in this moment, I am whole,

And all my fears and doubts are stolen.