There were 
The open arms
Of earth 
Beckoning me,
Lichen and Ivy 
Soil and stone
Water coursing
In rivulets and
Runnels, 
And I, offering 
Blood and bone, 
Could scarcely 
Fill my lungs 
Under the
Watchful gaze 
Of mountain, 
Boughs of trees
With their 
Listless keening 
Against the wind

#Poetry