"Tourists from all over the world go there..."

Bass reverberates from his chest.

"Cameras everywhere..."

But I'm not interested in birds or eagles.

Only the way he tells me of their beauty.

"It's outside of Seattle..."

His voice takes me everywhere

With slow deliberate direction

But he's always home to me.

"One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen..."

And I ride the waves of his words,

Into an ocean of deep, peaceful sleep.