Here i stand like an old maple

Hidden in the deep forest

Frozen but surrounded by beauty

I'm touching the flame

She's dancing among the trees

Prickled by the thorns of roses

Driven by the desire to be free

She wants to know what tomorow will be

Lying beneath the leaves the smell

Of earth she breathes

The night is gloomy

And the day is long

In the autumn twilight

Black flowers for the soul

Stonelike

The mould on the untouched stones

Cold as the dark

The soil soaked in the faintness

At that gloomy time

Drowsy i ford through the wasteland