The Queen of Amazonia

In the time of my life, when the early blooms of Summer hail the end of Spring, there found I the Queen of Amazonia. The veil of loneliness had long been over my eyes, and many tears had been wept as offerings at the altar of selfishness. Like the a cool rain upon the hot dusty soil, she brought forth a comfort to my soul. But only after I turned away from that altar, those detestable sacrifices, and sought the way of the Ancient one. The greatest treasures are often found while not looking.