As the hills gently weep

The hills gently weep with tears unshed by lonely souls. The soft sounds they make as they touch the ground a reminder to those still hopeful to keep on moving forward.

Many a traveler has tried to traverse these roads, only to have their journey end before it even had the chance to begin. Many who came after, decided it wasn't worth it and remained at the place they had taken their first breath. Over time, the work of their ancestors was forgotten. Much that was once great and significant, fell into irrelevance and sank into oblivion.

I have watched it all from my place in the hills. Many lives came and went, all at the same pace. Yet, is it not I, who has remained stagnant? As the hills gently weep with my tears unshed, i will remain here for the centuries to come.