the time on the hill

I stayed on the hill

Many years ago

I tried to block out the sound

The city would try to entrap me

The hill of cool mists

The weather is conducive to relax

Forget about the rat race

Forget about the money making days

I walked in the jungle treks

I never thought of snakes or wild boars

It was nature and me

A part in the co-existence

The friends I met

The dwellers of the hill

They didn't have airs

They are warm and friendly

Then work traveled

I had no choice but to go

Leaving behind the hill

Of sweet memories and joy