Flows.

FAR BEHIND

My world begins where the road ends

Watch me leave it all behind

RISE

Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

HARD SUN

When I go to cross that river
She is comfort by my side
When I try to understand
She just opens up her eyes

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature's sources never fail.

John Muir