The man on the hill, he stands so tall,
Surveying the land, watching it all.
His eyes sweep the horizon wide,
As the world below moves with the tide.
He's seen the seasons come and go,
As the land below changes, ebb and flow.
He's watched the trees grow tall and strong,
And heard the birds sing their joyful song.
Through sun and rain, he's never left,
Perched atop his hill with quiet heft.
Watching the world, as it moves and turns,
As the fire of life within it burns.
Perhaps he's wise, perhaps he's old,
Perhaps he's just someone, brave and bold.
But one thing's certain, he's seen it all,
The man on the hill, standing so tall.
