I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.

There's something very enticing about an empty bench under a tree. And if it's facing a river, that's the bench for me.

How strange it is beholding this,and, very confident,proclaim that such magnificenceoccurred by accident.

If this cursed and fallen worldholds such beauty as what I see,Imagine the beauty of paradisethat's gladly waiting for me.