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!