Plunder

Wander me, counselor. Ascend my watchful heights and sing of my grandeur...

Crouch amidst my forest; take refuge amongst my wild flowers, and bloom until your buds burst forth...

While you so oft discuss the challenges of being with your feeble kind, so oft should you visit my hills under the spell of night...

Relieve your mind of its striving, counselor; give not your attention to fleeting vapors, and stroll through the shadows of my youthful evergreens.