
Venture through me and tell me what you see,
Charcoaled trees and river streams.
New growth awaits to be born,
We’ve had our chance to mourn.
What was and what will be,
The past versions of me.
I am a desolate forest now,
Where widow-makers take a bow.
Find me in its caves and canyons,
Probably without a companion.
Venture through me with another lens,
And just maybe it’ll start to make sense.
-Shiloh (Piikuni Lands Crew Lead)