The Hill

A hill stands one among many,

one of which not a single blade of grass sways with the wind,

no signs of green, no signs of light, one of which the sun does not shine,

no trees can be found, but one, one that stands on top of the hill withering away,

the hill that is surrounded by darkness, one that has no sign of life, just pure darkness and destruction,

yet another hill stands, one of which waves of pure green grass sways with the wind,

the sun shines brightly, and one tree, one tree that stands tall, it grows, it dares not wither,

it's leaves shine radiantly, there is light, and there is life, 

one hill of destruction, one hill of life, two hills,

only one has walked down the path, the path of regrets and it continues too.