Weeping willows wildly blown
and thrown,
tossed, unsightly leaves unkempt
fought before the wind's relent,
it bent.
Still whole,
Still one.

Seven stones of seven sands,
ravaged by the heartless sea
pounded hard, uneasily
it shook
Still there
Still one.

Frigid fjords of frozen fissures
preserved and held within their sight
glowing in the dawn so bright
it shuddered
Still where
Still one.

Homely heart and helping heeds
love deeds
where one on one with two shall grow
eternity for they shall know
it mattered
Still loved
Still one