“The Calling” is a poem written by Willy Martinez. He was perusing the internets when he came across this image and decided to dabble a few lines in response to it. We do apologize for not knowing who the photographer is, as lovely as this photo is, it deserves its credit.

Awoken to transitional decay, 
The call of the wild directs me 
To this place I'll stay. 
Like a memory within a dream 
Of a foreshadowed scene 
Vivid to the senses as near-death 
Experiences played on repeat, 
It draws me, as a tomb does its corpse. 
Live to return to the source 

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