Brandon Hills
Where past and present meet
Amongst a labyrinth of trails
Mixed groves of aspen and oak
Have weaved their own tales
Waiting for the next to come
Stems and roots become bark
Prairie grasslands welcome
The next to make their mark
Find relief in the rolling hills
Stress can steep into sorrow
Starting anew changes today
And forever alters tomorrow
Keeping company with white-tailed deer
Snowshoe hares and coyotes along the way
A gentle reminder of the circle
Encompassing predator and prey
Beauty recycled by the seasons
In all it does achieve
With the promise of a future
In the footsteps that we leave
The vitality of the greenery
Colored by snowberry and wolf willow
Is purified and renewed
In the form of ice and snow
There is an energy in the rocks
In the deadfall trees and mud
The allegory that is nature
Seems to run through our blood
The importance of preservation
And the blueprint it instills
Takes its shape in the form of us
As we walk through Brandon Hills
