I asked the stars for your name, they had to know of what matches their undying light. Their answers came across the heavens, telling praises of effortless grace they had only the hopes of matching on their dance across the sky. They cried to me that even they knew nothing of your name, so I continued.

I went to the trees, hoping that they knew of a will that matched theirs. Resting within their shade, I listened to stories of unyielding preservice that the trees envied as they had stood centuries holding the earth together. With stoic words they told me even within all their knowledge they knew nothing of your name, so I continued.

My last hopes were with the rocks, as they had been here since the beginning. Calling into the canyons of their castle, I pleaded that they might know your name.

For once nothing spoke back to my question, all I could hear was my own desperate request. I already knew that I was not the one to know your name, so I continued.