A wind stopped her.
Suddenly, she was a pebble
To the emencity of the Mother Earth.

Blankets of clouds warmed
Her lonely soul.

The crickets song
Was the most beautiful choir
She has ever heard.

Chilled grass upon her skin
Was nostalgia in a touch.

Her mind stilled.
Her heart restored.

No longer a woman,
But a child,
Beside a sea in the sky.