Trees are lightened by the dusk
Grey spears of fir-trees stare in the sky
And ancient as rocks the bones of earth
Keep the secret silence of the wood.
Snakes of the trees remember the names of the stars
Speeches of gods, secrets of sorcerers
The rivers tired are sleeping within their coasts
The stones keep the secrets for always.
The wrinkled face of mother Earth
Is covered with snow blanket
An army of trees is standing guard,
A single row of spears, swords and hatchets.
The sigh of space is in the noise of branches,
The reflection of stars - in pupils of lakes.
The eternal wood of ancestors remembers the names of the stars
The stones keep the secrets for always. |
