Wandered to burial mounds where the Oaths were given
Risted The Path wherein was carried the longing of Worlds
FEEL!
Feel the torn
initiated here to be forlorn
Hard the frost strikes secrets
while a worthy is ripped apart, hardened
Torches flicker, cutting pieces from darkness
Making my leaves, hearing wolves’ songs
Quiet
The water called rain was given
Weak twigs were cracked
Still
Hear the streams carve the mountain
while wetted leaves chatter
Night rain falls
Storm comes
The rain cried instead of me and for me
Hidden under the Trees arms
beautifying anxiety and withering
with healing, resounding voices
Tind light for your life!
Tind light for our lives!
Tind light!
Tind light!