A Wishful Ounce

It is the way it is
As far as I see,
Always a far away tree
Always the lonely leaf
For the valley of merit seeks
A little appreciation of its
Earthen efforts of rivers running
Finding meaning as agreed

It is the way it’s is
Lesser of the two evils I speak
An omitted word a silent sound
A letting go of a wishful ounce
Always a far away tree
Always the lonely leaf

It’s a curious thing
The bond between
The valleys mountains
And it’s river indeed
A watchful fantasy lived by
Yet another omitted word
Of a meandering river
Down the mountain steep

It is the way it is
Always a mountain steep
Always a meandering river
As far as can I see..