queen of the fishermen

She sailed ship and landed in the most perfect place in the world. She sat down and watched the trees sing. And she learned that love is like the guitar you teach yourself to play. She bent down to collect the horn-shaped flowers that could not keep up with the rhythm of the dancing trees. From her palms, they flew away with the wind, blowing their own melody like the French Horn in the Orchestra. She falls asleep to their song, and in her dream, she begins to board her ship, but sees a landbridge North of the mountains.