There is loneliness, almost abandonment in that one, nostr:npub1dsdgn279kkzrmuxxq2v686l26k8u97hjkve342zlpqcfsqk4xtpstkl2mp .  It has a visionary sense.  A dream, maybe, at least a visualisation, to express breathlessness of a grief or sadness.  The mountains are a brooding, watching presence, the trees resigned to the tragedy of the lonely heart.  Blood and bone may be the sacrifice, but it is insufficient an offering to relieve, to take the pressure off, the chest and to permit freedom just to breathe