I seek a green place
in a world claimed by
everyone,
and every speck
of giving land
already giving
or given up.
I seek a mountain
far away,
where no one seeks
to climb.
Except those
who seek me out
for me
and me alone.
I seek diamonds
not for their worth
but for their breakless
company.
And the reminder of
the spectrum light
I can
and cannot see.
Author T.S. Lowe 