Trees Are Remembers

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