Allow the wind to write its concerns,
Allow it to blow reminders your way,
Let it cool you off from the heats of the madness,

Catch yourself in all the stillness,
So still, your body chimes
With the the vibes of the crust,
Underneath her bush.

The ants crawl your leg like a hill
And I beg of you to remember the ice,
The cold wind, the sadness the season brings,

 

Keep the warmth of the Sun in your chest,
Yes, you're blessed.
To be allowed the experience watching the trees
Watch you
In this continued breeze.

 

And I yearn, lust of the smell of the sea
Her salt, sinking sand and the
Blunt force of the the thousand Oceans pushing you back
Ashore.

 

Once more,
I plead for the fresh source too,
It’s rocky underlining moss
Playful currents,
Lagoons,

Dunking into the tune of her streams.

 

So finally,
You’ve been found near her peak,
A wall so steep,
Take in the wisdom of their natural heights
Overseeing a landscaped past.