in a field, i hold the heart of man, the rain comes, and water floods with blood, dripping into soil. the earth drinks, and the mother smiles, as our river undulates in service, becoming milk, becoming palms of hands and branches. the sun rises, and quakes with golden lashes, bringing freckles to skin, sweat to brow, life to the lifeless. a kingdom is only a kingdom when shared, so think of me, for in the swallows of oceans i am beautiful, among the floes of winter i am a promise, a promise of return. step forward, open the gates, and find us in the reeds, with a music that speaks of the unshackled spirit, a song that sings of the true gift, that can only exist in the giving.