• The stars are a blanket of familiarity
    The moon a silent guard
    Watching over the plains
    Keep fires from stretching too far 

    The wind as a connection between you and I
    The trees an army strong
    They keep you in and keep me out
    For now my pain prolongs

    The smell as a sign, it comes to me
    The scent, it takes my breath
    You're lost now in the wilderness
    For I know the scent is death