"There." Those who looked upon the bleak expanse of grey, the silent land laid waste, no reason given. For what had been our home remained no more. Its walls that held your faces now lay stripped and bare. "I swear to place you back my father, and I pray, before the altar" silent there to stay. The words mute offerings in foreign halls, the well, the restless valleys sway, the broken trails. Adorned, thorns, and ruined shrines, ear chattering wind alone, cities unknown. The word, scattered from your Temple in the sun, Interlocking white granite perfection. From your fountains memories thirst to quench. Prostrate, beloved day, precipitous immense.