Standing by an open window
I heard the singing of the great river
It was a new voice I recognized as my own

A memory of when I found you in the green forest
I broke through rough pines and walked through the stones in clear water
Thought you were a traveler too

We were under different obligations that couldn't be met
You took my apples so I settled with a pear

That angered me so fires burnt your bones and your blood painted the rivers black
the smoke arose into the noses of angels in the clouds
your essence cracked like the sound of whips