Know that the blue hills lie
Just as close as the heart's early cry.
Just as near as the song of the bird,
Or, the lull of a melody faintly heard.

Ever-changing the hills of blue,
Everlasting these hills so true.
The cast of the sun cannot destroy,
The blues of the heart these hills employ.

The aching and longing creating such pain,
The blue of the hills the soul's only refrain.
On vast, towering domes covered in snow,
Love deigns to bloom, daring to grow.