my feet pound the warm moist ground beneath my feet wet with grass dew and the mother’s tears I touch the sky above oh father mighty father hold me tight her on this plateau let me know the glory of how you and mother met and the children you begot tell me the stories you’ve told my brothers and sisters of long ago the tales of gods and goddesses of heroes and demons tell me the tales of how even you came to be there above us in your cloak of stars and midnight and your robes of clouds and saphire blue tell me of mother beneath me of her caverns and lakes full of dreams of her forests ad those who once lived there long ago in a time before my grandmother’s grandmother who I am sure stood here once and asked the same things of you as I do now.