my forests closed you in their cold embrace,
as you ran through the mist, dressed in bones and feathers,
it quenched your thirst for the unknown,
turning you into a will-o’-the-wisp, a dancing flame,
we drank emotions like fire swallows dry leaves,
the night stole your heart, sparkling with stars in your eyes.
my forests forgot your rivers and oceans,
crystal beaches - and the sand between your fingers,
that beckoned you back, drew you towards them,
your call of waves and winds.
my forests forgot your rivers and oceans,
crystal beaches - and the sand between your fingers,
that beckoned you back, drew you towards them,
your call of waves and winds.