Sweet and crisp western winds carry me home,
This little heart I call my own drifting along
Wherever I may roam.

My modest humble abode, naturally crafted by sun, rain and time-
And so much history woven into these branches
To embrace this circle of life.

Triplets encapsuled, unaware of expansive majesty
And surely soon shall they be the same as I feed them knowledge
Snatched from the clay, developing survival.

It will soon be time as are the winds of change
Like when trees are chilled, colors dancing in a spiraling sway-
As millions collapse, my three spread.

From all things dead breathes new life.