Finding the way home
Through forest, field and fern
Then wandering alone
Along a rock-strewn
Desolate sea coast
Sirens high-pitched screams
Pierce the sky
In front of the thunderous crash
Of wave after majestic wave
Each one foaming and frothing
In solitude
They roll 
Without a word
They are felt before they are seen
Through ocean's spray
And filtered sunlight
The stands of white birch
Surrounded by lush green ferns
Tried to tell me with their silence
Although by myself
I am not alone
On the road home