The hills,
Dusted with motherly oak trees
And invasive weeds,
Roll beneath my feet
Until they sink into the
Depths of the shimmering bay.
The gracious murmurs of the waves
Caress the sweet land I love while
Spreading outward till my vision can't
Encapsulate it.
I transport into its glittering kingdom
For as long as my moment lasts.
I blink back to my stake atop my hills,
Gazing over the expanse of my home
As if through a portal of the
Map I authored
Or which authored me.
With the cool breeze in the
Golden-streaked clouds
Against a darkening sky,
I watch my home melt away
Into a new beginning.