Pierced

On the hill I stand.
I stand tall.
Trees around me lose their leaves.
Sunrays cut through the darkness in-between the hills.
The light surrounds me, engulfs me; takes me higher.
Leaves are rolling down the hill.
I am flying with the light.
Traveling through the trees, around the leaves.
When God wants me to stop He'll let the sun go down in-between the hills.
I'll never return to the places I knew, and when the sun sets on a different day I will have many new visitors to my home.