Green moss embracing my skin

Taking away my thoughts

The bark whispers in my ears

As the wood is creaking calmly

"Watch the moon and feel my warmth

Watch the stars, they love thee

I am thy home forever

And you'll finally touch the sky"

The forest is doing its final gift

Trying to erase the dust taste of my past

Releasing its sweet scent

And enveloping me in its spring cloak

Today is a different morning

I finally ear the stream flowing

The birds singing

And the voice of the old Oak sobbing

Deep in the forest I'm drifting into a silent spleen

Waiting for the elder tree to end my pain