The land that knew me better
Than any human ever did.
It whispered two and a half words:
"It's time!"

Rainy nights on nameless hills,
Golden gorse blossoms in the sun,
A silence loud enough
To echo through my bones.

Each step I took
Wrote a line of poetry.
Each hill I climbed
Etched a chapter in my soul.

And when I came back down,
Knowing who I am,
I carried more than stones.
I carried beginning.