To the roots

Don´t go to the woods / or go if you need it
there are lots of ancient trees
with heads growing under the mossy ground.

Though, they´re not to be seen
at all, in the evening dark and green
keep searching for the hidden signs.
silver eye of the palest star seems to sing…

And the manlike shadow felt so near
and the taste of breathing soil
strange safety of Home…
too many things you have
maybe known

autor: ginger
editor: Soňa