Winter through snowy paths she was riding, mountains rising high but since three moons her heart had stopped flying, in her mind a deafness to the life around. Moonlight she bowed to whisper her prayer and then suddenly the voice bloomed in her mind and grew stronger, with eyes bright with new hope she stood up and... “Cross the river till the grove to where you belong, the giant oak tree will renew what is lost to you. Wait by her roots till in your heart sprouts a song, she will reach for your mind and rescue you from all your misery”. She rode along the river till she found the enchanted grove, the lake was bright and clear, and then she saw the giant tree. The leafy boughs seemed to reach out to her, the Mother’s warm embrace Then her bare feet felt a throb through the ground and the huge trunk glowed from silver to brown. Deep in her heart a grip was soon released and a soft song all her sadness now pierced. Springtime greeting the new leaves and flowers, the fair elf walked by feeling one with the birds, trees and rivers. In her mind devotion, love and joy for life. “Cross the river till the grove to where you belong, the giant oak tree will renew what is lost to you. Wait by her roots till in your heart sprouts a song, she will reach for your mind and rescue you from all your misery”.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
