May I never fear the scorching sky
Nor rolling of the hills-
because I have been here and I have been here
and I, I have had my fill.
As sure as the sky permeates the day
Love is right.. it is the only way.
bold and war torn yet we hold the mountains gaze-
judge me not of my days, my thorns-
a rose is wondrous despite it’s horns.
Love me not for my conquers; let me be a still sea
forever and ever spinning wondrously.