Something called my name
Looking out I see nothing
Everything around don't have a mouth
Everyone don't care what I'm called
Pines shudder when I knock on their hides
In the distance I hear it echo
Nosing up over hills into my ears
Groaning over fallen trunks, grinding against resting rocks
Landing on the branches above
Again I heard the label my parents gave
Northward I turned my head and walked
The toes of the mountains wiggled as I approached
Sleeping giants in this green land know me