when I was home. I used to sit by the trees and hum. It was common to for us to be near the trees with the biggest hearts. It served us protection... Or so I though. I miss my home so much. I missed being able to sing freely. I am afraid of the water the heart ache , blood ,and tears. is there home? are any of my pond still alive? I hide now, knowing my home is in ruins... because of me. so many homes because of me. who could ever forgive me? All I can do when I am alone in the woods of unknow and hum and sob the songs of my people.













