A Sunny Hillside Poem by Ghost 614

On the Hillside I lie
Commemorating life
Now that I have seen much
I remember the hard times
And foretell those yet to come
And yet I am not frozen with fear
I am moved
Because the world does not tear me down
In fact it holds me up
Tells me to slow down, I'm running too fast
'Things' used to be obstacles, now they're part of the scenery
Like a museum you try not to touch but you're entranced
Because you could not stay still for life but it could stay still for you
Long enough to escape to another place
Far from most things
Except now we're never far from most things
We're quite close
So close we can love