Search.
Through the clouds and under stone.
The sorrow bird has found it's perch
Inside my heart, nesting with my broken bones.

Ocean.
I apologize for being so crystal clear,
So easily read,
And so easy to fear
If you're not already dead.

Turtle.
Curl up my head in the dark
While you make a worried remark.
Don't fret. I'm just training to die.