Pilgrim of nature

Dark blue trees are whispering
Clouding sounds of solitude
White stones of ancient glen
Moon is returing into night


Empathic whispering of woodlands
Northern meditation of dark wind
Swans are making sounds of lovers
Forgotten silence in healing trees



Raining lands are open
In melodic weather
Transcedence of storms
Whispering trees of lore


Clay is covering dying wounded trees
Wet ground of moving re--births---
Highest branches are without leafes
Shaking sounds of nature cosmos



In deep soil are roots of life
Codes of organic poetry
In whispers of dark blue trees
You are just one ancient listener