On my way

To the vision-come-true

I enter a galaxy rising

And I land on this

Brown and green old place

Whose wild is giant trees



Trees so strong

That they never can fall

Four suns alight

In silver grey sky

Wild river flows

With rage alive

Lions of fire approach me



Carved by the wind

And the fall of water

From the treetops

I can see the end of a time



Living respectful

Low your axe

And learn from the trees



Second dawn

Meet the sylvanlings

Passageways into the deep

Invitations to explore the forest

Lions gales and chambers



A tree trunk

Larger than a mountain

Stands on the top

Of this hill

Made of rock and mist



Living respectful

Low your axe

And learn from the trees



Henceforth

I will be always there

Planet Earth will overcome

Men destroyed

Scorned and killed their lives

But the world is on her way