Somewhere there is a wild place
that none have ever seen,
where the sapphire of the lake
laps against the emerald green.
Black mountains striped with snow
circle round the shore.
Deer drink the cooling water.
Above the eagles soar.
No man has set foot here
and no man ever will.
It is the final secret place
that lies beyond the hill.
No human eyes beheld it.
No skin has felt its breeze
or sheltered from the noon sun
beneath its towering trees.
There must always be a last place
that none have ever seen
remembering the world
as, perhaps, it might have been.
