Of the same parts were twisted you and I
From whence forth all that lives and dies
And that which is eternal grew

A vastness has been left in our stead
We grew with it
And we now grow against it
What generosity it once knew
Has been torn asunder
Brother! Kin! No more

What better way to awaken your sleeping heart
Than in the company of the mother's tongue?
Not a language you speak or hear
But one that reverberates your entire being

Walk the pass. Stand in the meadows and streams. Feel her whisper on your skin as a breeze across the greatest plain.

Though we erode and etch our print upon her face. In time we will leave no trace.
By choice or by force.

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