The Sea was boisterous that day
It welcomed me not
It fiercely blew me from it
I felt dissatisfaction
I sought to complete my desire
But my option was a pathetic relief
I was waiting
Yet I paid no notice of the spirits or Mother Earth
I was not listening that day
I did not welcome you when you came
Blown on the wind
You are the sea
I was shown the future
“Mother Earth, I am a babe, for only now am I starting to understand”
I was being screamed at that day
But I was as the deaf
The Earth forewarned
But I was stone
Little Wren 