Everlasting Hills

The hills are not eternal, 
these plain brown hills 
so covered with velvet in spring;

 these hills worn down
to the comforting shape of a breast,
so are not eternal,

 Something else is being proclaimed:
that there is no death,
at least not for true believers.

 But this is wrong.
Despair among the young has become so strong
even they choose death over life.

 Perhaps the best to be said is that hills
are there for many all our lives,
so may be a comfort

 like the worn down poor
who, it is said, 
we shall always have with us.