When will you allow my humble pile of stone <br />To embrace you? <br />When will you permit my rolling hills <br />To bask in your joie de vivre? <br />My rivers tumble in turmoil <br />Until you give them direction. <br />The winds wail and howl <br />Until you tell them to sing. <br />Wander with me in my wilderness. <br />Enhance the stark beauty of my moors. <br />Let your footsteps grace the paths I walk. <br />Make the wild wilder <br />And the rock more solid. <br />Take the colours that drench my vista <br />And intensify them. <br />I know you can do these things <br />Because you've done them to me.<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-quando-quando-quando/
