Down Here On Earth Poem by Smoky Hoss

Somehow I have forgotten, it seems,
what it is that it was
I'd come down here to see;
A perfectly perpendicular branch
with the finest leaf
on the oldest tree,
or a mystery-wind
blowing mournfully through
the languished land of the free?

Perhaps a place, a house,
safe for a wolf, or a mouse,
and an open hand
stretched across wilderness land,
of hills full, valleys lush
where night falls with the sweetest hush;
and there's water, pure and clean
near fields of grassy-green, covered in fine fresh air,
where each hearth and home glows with the fire
of narry a worry, nor a care.

Is this what my soul seeks,
why I here came?
to touch the difference,
between the wild and the tame?

Strange,
I don't know
the reason I've come
nor when I must go.
But the unknowing
isn't the hardest part.
What is, is through it all
to simply take and keep heart.

Overhead clouds and sun
are set aglow,
with blazing promises
found in a passing rainbow.
The vast shimmering sky,
always just beyond me,
goes forever flying, slowly by.
Down here in the wild, I sit
watching an eagle, a trout,
and a frolicking deer
move joyfully about;
they study me
studying them,
together we ponder (each in our own way)
where we are going, and where we have been.