[b][u]Follower[/u][/b]

I tread the tired stones.
There is nothing else here.
The elements are scattered.
Only Earth remains.
He
And she:
Air caresses him.
They belong.
They have each other.
I am just passing through.
I follow the Voice.
It whispers on the wind.
It laments.
It wails and cries.
The stones bear witness.
The wind carries its message.
I alone am left to receive it.
I alone can interpet its meaning.
I follow the Voice.
Until it can reveal its meaning.