I walked a long distance without my shoes

and I came to a meadow of wheat

on a rolling plain

It swayed in the gentle wind

and it flowed back and forth like

the bay near the sea

I visited as a boy

I stumbled upon a rock that was crying

I sat next to it beneath the sun

and pondered the day

after dusk had fallen, I walked on

I found a saint of old

he stood with his back to me

no answer he would give

I only grew more bitter

The forest I found

that I could not enter

for the trees hid the way

they gave me no reason

dejected I walked on

I came to the sea and it was cold

The clouds were gray

and the wind had a chill

A small purple flower

had sprung up through the rocks

and its name I knew not

I sat down beside it

on the hard rocks

and there,

by the sea,

I found solace.

Godspeed

Tim.