The Song of the Forest
Quietly rustles the greenery of the trees,
Through which whispering the gentle summer breeze blows like through the strings of a harp;
Leaves rub against each other like lovers,
Until the autumn of their lives let them dwindle to the ground in a last jointly dance,
Still united when winter freezes their sap to ice
And the wind in dry branches
Sings about the fading of another year
And dreams
About a new, green spring.
From the song cycle of an unknown Matis poet
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Salazar CaradiniFilira Matia
Royal Historian
Member of the Royal Academy of Yrkanis
First Seraph of the Order of the Argo Navis