South

The harbour reflects the grey sky
Dark clouds are moving in closer
Trickling raindrops down the glass
A ferry leaves for the mainland

The wild forests and tranquil lakes
Land is glimpsed from across the bay
Beckoning me over the waters
Hidden coves where dolphins play

Moving through the waves
The ferry takes me there
A few miles into the heartland
Taking a dusty road from the pier

Tangled vines on the hillsides
Mist hanging over the valley
Climb up higher to see the view
Echoes of peace ringing out everywhere