Bending backwards, lifting others from the crashing wave. 

Stretching my hand, holding on to stone wrapped in vine.  

Love entwined with the divine. 

I needed guidance but only got silence, everyone 

Casually faded away.  

Voyage drifting, alas land…  

Many moons, but not over… now closer to home. 

A thick forest with evergreens.  

Searching for shelter, my kids and I wander in. 

Ancient whispers on the breeze. 

Welcoming greetings encircling, through speaking trees. 

“Home, you’re home. Settle in now. 

Build your safety, we offer our fallen ones as  

Refuge to weather the storms brewing beyond the  

Horizon. Listen closely…  

Safest place to be. For you’re made of dirt and trees. 

You speak the same language, see. 

Look upon the mountain. River winding at foot. 

Hollowed cave on the ridgeline. 

Carry our dead, one by one to close yourselves inside. 

When fires come you’ll find safety. 

Rise above the flood, for all will be swept out to the sea. 

Carry, climb, build now… Crazy Lady.”