I often think on early days   and why I never left this place.   All my young ambitious plans   are buried in these callused hands.      As giant trees so strong and sound until   the lightning brings them down, I don't   bend or lean or sway, and all the rest   remains the same.      Then one morning I took a walk like   I always do. Along the bank, like I   always do.      I saw her swimming in the river. We met so   unexpectedly.      She's all mine, I think.