Wandered to burialmounds where the Oaths were given

Risted the Path therein the Worlds longings are carried




Feel the teared

Initiated here to forlorn be


Hard the frost strikes the hidden

while a worthy is torn apart, hardened

Torches flicker, cutting pieces from darkness

Making my leaves, hearing wolves songs




The water called rain usurped

Weak twigs were cracked


Be still


Hear the streams carve the mountain

while wetted leaves chatter


Night rain falls

Storm comes


The rain cried for me


Hidden under these arms of the Tree

beautifying anxiety and withering

with healing, sounding voices


Tind light for your life!

Tind lights for our lives!

Tind the light!

 Tind the light! 


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