I arrive this land
lost and confused.
Like Moana, I can barely recognise
the "home" I left behind.
I have come and gone,
several times,
afraid to make a sound.
Unsure if anyone will hear me.
I hear footsteps in the distance.
I see the prints in the sand.
My heart seems to draw closer
But my head's spinning wild.
Hello from the other side.
I hope you're doing fine.
I heard you now have your hive in order
And the Bees can buzz again.
