You bade me come
Like blades of grass and shields of rye
Like wind in mountain meadows past
Like sun and moon and sky
Your hand outstretched a breath from mine
Midst mire known to sink
I reached
And took you in with a sight so deep
You bade me come alive
This one started with a sound, which lead to a sight, which lead to a question, and ultimately brought me here. THAT is how this came to be.