I GO GO GO UP TO THE HILL

When you read this post I'll be gone.

Far far away from here.

To a place surrounded by trees and fresh air.

Where you cannot find me.

Where my friends would be the breeze and blue of sky.

You will miss me. You won't even know it.

It will break your heart and make your soul cry.

You will fret. And pace. And wonder where I've gone.

For I am not on here.

But just me and my hill. There I'll be.

I'll be back. Hopefully with nice pictures.

I'll bring you back a leaf or two.

Don't miss me too much. Just pine a little bit more than usual.

Xian
=)