There's a path already walked that leads to
Water and sustenance (metaphorically,
Perhaps) while there are directions which
Whisper that there may be better horizons
From the far away mountains, a beautiful
Angle upon the sun and its children, while
It may also be a land of tundra and desolation
With a language unknown and food indigestible
Far be it for predictions, but should there
Be people, even the frigid desert carries
The necessary alongside the brilliant
And there is no uncommon ability
Needed to become one with anywhere
Roman Ryan 