I stand alone
In a green meadow
The silence of the birds
As heavy as my heart

Across the way
I see a lone figure
Standing in a grey glen
Decorated with vulture’s cries

For once lay one clearing
But now there are two
Parted through the middle
By a single salty stream

The stream begins nowhere
And ends before the wood
In the middle a solitary stone
Causing the water to ripple