What did they feed you to grow those arms so long? Fingers that lovingly cradle my heart gently keeping time with the rhythm of your dancing feet.

With a voice sweet enough to thaw ancient glaciers, I implore you. Scream, Part the seas, steer me from these crags and tempests. Clouds rip apart the sky, the trees suffocate the forest.

A stranger in a stranger land. Nature and truth will be one in the same when I find myself again in those long arms.