Woodlands

Tender wind is blowing on shady green hills
All blown out of trouble, all have been achieved
It draws out emeralds all the space between the leaves

Swirling mist waves like dream 'round my feet
The sacred ghost of woods follows on my way
From green-barbed ground I put it onto my knees

The rustle of wings,
A dewy blade of grass
Trembles in breeze,
Molten into fog
A chaste den for the soul
Solace and harmony

The far reaching fog reposes dust
Noises and silence together with us
Musing and sweating stones from Nature's rust

Tepid light touches the depth of my face
Summer is droning, sleeping away
Balancing and leaping, wakening shapes

The canvas of consciousness ripped up now
Giving way for sun-, stars- and moonshine
To stream through the hills and scuttle your skull

The rustle of wings,
A dewy blade of grass
Trembles in breeze,
Molten into fog
A chaste den for the soul
Solace and harmony

The rustle of wings
A dewy blade of grass
Trembles in breeze
Molten into fog
The right of disobedience
In the twilight of timelessness



Credits
Writer(s): Gergely Riba
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