And all I ask is a tall pine and the chance to hear her sigh.
And the breeze kiss and a soft mist, and the birch leaves quaking,
And a golden hue on the meadow view with a fall day waking.
Is a wild call and clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is an autumn day and the white clouds playing
And the leaf path and the chipmunk’s laugh, and the maples, swaying.
To the fawn’s way, and the dove’s way, where the thrush plays a haunting fife.
And all I ask in the peace of pause is the whispering Presence,
And the sweet perfume, the remembered joy of the long hike’s essence.