Undulate
As I walk,
to the stables,
that North Wind gifted,
my mother,
on her wedding day,
and draw out,
a horse,
given to me by The Mountain,
for guarding her peak,
from the mischevious,
forces of Weathering and Rain,
who I told to leave,
every time they snuck,
up the sides and called me names.
I ride my horse to the end of the earth,
and call down to Deep,
who asks me the time and the day,
I tell him in exchange for a year more of my life,
My horse walks me back to the house,
built for me by the Termite queen,
for helping her against the Hymenopteran empire,
and I close my eyes once again.