When a forest dies and hearts are asleep

with unforeseeing fascination

I was there and they were silent

I screamed but they were silent

the trees standing proudly in their white dresses

watching me from the distance

nobody and nothing was able to make them

speak to me and forgive me

one night I met a tree

tired and bleeding

I sit near by I'm listening to her cry

pain so deadly embraced me

and I was united with my thought and spirit

she looked at me in a mournful rapture

she gave me the sign 

to carry on with my journey