If only like the sky at dusk,
we were beautiful.
If only like those colours,
we were calm.
If just like that winds caress,
we were gentle.
If just like those trees,
we did no harm.
If we gave away such hues as the twilight,
our lives would be that much more warm.
And less worn.
We would have something to hold onto,
we would create magic from the storm.
And the pallet of serenity by our bedside,
would talk to us, those hours before dawn.
- Gregory Mountain Range. 1921.