and whispered truth to it until it was mine,
and then let it loose, and asked it to carry a piece of paper,
and the words on it, across the ocean to the far-off land where you live now,
and if the wind blew there and found the rock in the center of the forest, the one with old trees,
and left the paper there, and then detoured on its way to the moon to breathe in your ear where to go,
and if you traveled deep into the forest, and pulled the roots from the stone, and found my message, and read it,
what would it say?