In a peaceful valley, a lone woman sings as she gathers her harvest from a garden of riches. Sometimes she hums while digging in cool soil, then rises and stares toward the east searching for a long lost love making his way home. The horizon remains empty as the sun sinks below dark mountains. Another painful sigh, another tear's journey another long day gone with no lover warming her lonely night... ...Yet, hope burns bright a beacon for her weary heart, strength for another day, as she kneels and prays for her warrior beneath a hallow moon.
Regis