Yellow and violet
The sunsets you gave
Eyes opened, you provided a refuge with your green trees and snow-capped mountains
A sweet grass history based on native traditions
My song did not know how to play these notes
They became ingrained in a bag I carried to other lands
Each place offered everything—whatever truth
I could provide would follow suit
Tie the lavender to the dirt falling through my fingers
Catch the last tram
The sky has so many lights—pick one to hang on to
Stand tall in your stride