When you are born to a world, in which the old growth forests are bunchgrasses less than a metre high…

… and live in these forests for close to half the time that people have gone on that they are plants and not spirits…

… and once you are no longer young, and after your conversations have deepened, and then deepened more …

… it is time to be, as you always were, and as the grass is too, a creature of the wind.