When I finally awaken

I do not see the cozy home that I used to know.

All is new.

The trees extend to touch the clouds

While the roots of the willow stretch down deeper into the soil.

The hills are covered with a thick carpet of lush verdure

Unlike the velvet hills of my tiny territory.

I miss my old home

But I am determined to find my new one.

I must find a place of my own

A life that I can live

I need to find Momma