As you fall into it.

Imagining you

moving like snow

to where I wait.
Harmonic and wondrous.

Dissimilar and bright.
Calmly and quietly changing my land

as you fall into it

light as air

yet noticed

and necessary.

"And I took you by the hand

And we stood tall,

And remembered our own land,

What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see,
with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart,
but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see
what you find there,

with grace in your heart

and flowers in your hair."