E choes go rolling through the hills
N ature at its best
C reatures roaming big and small
H ere’s the place of rest
A nd in the silence of the night
N o one is around
T he silence comes to soothe me
E very where is the sound
D elivering to me its peace  (or we could change it to delivering me to its peace)


H ills and trees, majestic and tall 
I s blessed by the hands of God
L ove and Peace surrounding me
L ayed asleep with a blanket of fog
S oon the night will leave

C oming from the mountain side
A s the misty morning fades away
M orning beams of sun bursts forth
P ushing in another day

F ahrenheit begins to rise
O ver redwood trees so high
R ays of sun cover open skies

T ime moves slowly in such fast pace
H ere I escape from the human race
E ndless seas of open space

B efore my eyes is total dark
L ight through other senses come
I n my hands and my ears
N othing here that can’t be done
D usk arrives and the day is gone

By Ray Wheeler
Summer 1982