Trees Are Remembers

Khors

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