MEN read a valley by its face,
But hills possess a guarded side
And stand as walls to cut off space,
While roads have corners where they hide.
Within men sudden questions burn
At walls that stop them in their tracks,
At roads that bend and sharply turn,
At hills with answers on their backs.
With minds intrigued by things concealed,
As did the ancients, men go still
Unseeing past what lies revealed,
To seek an answer from the hill.