Adriana from Savannah went on a mountain
She packed a few strawberries and bananas
She hiked a few hills softly and quite still
Once upon a mountain she came upon a time.
She felt young and too easy
She was singing songs from the Appalachia
They were not from Zambia
Some were sad and hollow
As they all produced sorrows
At night she could hear the ants breathing and the spiders weaving
The dead of night would let you hear the roots digging
The moon broke the clouds with no effort not even an echo
She drank from the springs and placed river stones on her tongue
All in hopes of learning a new language
It proved to be quite a challenge
For all her friends were gone.