A poem about sitting on sun covered grass.

Whose heart could be so cold while mine is so full? Black pants; sun felt through. Long breaths as breeze catches in my rags. Deep shores pull great walls of wind towards me; never ceasing. I miss the valleys, but oh how I worship standing above the sea. Hold me tight, ye mountain tall. Hold me down on grassy knolls so muscled. I feel anchored here, like a solitary stone holding out against mighty seas. Build me a tower on its brim, build me a fortress from its stoic stability. Let me stare into the sun, let me breathe in its lust. Oh life, how you make me whimper!