in the silence and the stone
in the stillness and the home
'twixt trees and air and earth
where the lost may find rebirth
and a promise to uphold
that which was all unfold...
though I walk through the valley of death
I won't stumble along this path
I fear not roots,
I fear not warrens,
I fear not leaves roads not barren,...
I fear the molehills and mountains
of those who came before me
who couldn't be bothered to
carry their litter back out.