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Deeply rooted in Mother Earth
Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.

As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.

So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!
Eternal Wood
Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
In your halls dwells peace.
With your incessant rustle
You still the longing of my heart.

In silent devotion, the mouth must
Fail there miserably.
Only bird-singing has here the right
To beat the time.

Each tree loves its neighbour,
Together they carry the weight.
Caress each other tenderly with the branches,
Hugs themselves when they like.

For how many animals do you offer
A safe habitat?
For how many flowers do you care
Which trust blindly your protection?

Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
Mother Earth may preserve you.
At all times and forever
You should develop yourself
Nocturnal Woods
I see the sky, the moon and the earth -
Dreaming, meditating.
It is the air, the fields and the woods ...
Starlit is the night.
My soul relaxes
And floats through the silence.

Second! Stand still and stay!
You are just so wonderful!
Let all the others move on,
Drops in the sea of time -
Past.

The wood does not hear the waves,
But the trees know my silent song.
Leaves are touched by the moonlight.
Stricken by the silvery wonder,
My heart sees the truth of existence.
Dream of an Elf
There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.

Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.

There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.

Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection o
Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.

My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.

In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.

I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.

Then, at last – the cloud
Entreaties to Nature
You gave us the sun for our time
And we know that when it will sink forever
Also each life on this planet will be extinguished.
In vain were all hopes, plans
And their fulfilments.

Let our hearts love and not hate,
Let our hands do good whenever it is needed
So that they help and do not kill.

Let our transitory and often hard lifes
Find faith and support with your powers.
With that we put up resistance to
Injuries and afflictions and do not let us
Deviate from our good intentions.

When our lips express our thoughts
Let them always form words of truth and of good will.
And that nobody is harmed in his dignity and reputation
By
A Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope
I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.

Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.

But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the
My Old Friend
I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.

Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade
Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another world
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.

I lay at the creek and think of you,
Not far from me you are standing.
The water is quiet,
Your leaves do not rustle,
Silenced in my heart as well
Every day's pain neverending.

You give me strength,
You comfort me,
Also in the greatest need.

My thanks are yours,
My good friend, my tree,
Forever,
Never I would like to miss you.

You are the ashes,
Burnt in many dreams.
But from your ashes,
The diamond is forming itself.

I hold a diamond into the starlight,
Move myself to its radiance.
How the ligh
If You Were With Me NowIf you were with me now
I would find myself in you.
If you were with me now
You are the only one who knew
All the things we planned to do.

I want to live my life
The way you said I would
With courage as my light,
Fighting for what is right,
Like you made me believe I could.

I will fly on your wings
To places I have never been.
There is so much I have never seen.
But I can feel your heart-beat still
And I will do great things
On your wings.

... Someday ... with your spirit to guide me ... and your memory beside me.
The Tree's Name
The tree grew in the midst of the Old Forest.

A lot of people went for a walk in this forest. But mostly they did not notice the tree. It stood a little off the road. There it had its place where it had grown naturally.

The tree was still young, but already very strong. Its roots were deeply anchored in Mother Earth. It had strong branches and many twigs where birds liked to nest. The birds were its friends. They felt well there because of the tranquillity and the strength of the tree. Its leaves became dark-red in autumn and were wonderfully veined.

The tree had a dream. It wanted to know its name.

During one long dark and cold winter it
I am a fighting-dogI am playful, I am still young and my soul is still pure.
I have been waiting for a friend, for someone who likes me!
Then you came! Alas - how glad I have been,
I did not know how it feels when a human hand reaches for one!
But then - It hurt so much. And I did not know why!
Now it is time to just defend myself, to snap at your hands!
But it is getting worse and goes on, slap for slap, day by day!

I have thirst and hunger. You, my master, give me something.
Slaps and blows are now routine! But then!!
A calf was laid at my paws, they force me and beat me with the rod.
Alas, what does my master wants me to do!
I should tear that ani
The Choice between Life and DeathThere was a time in this life that was my happiest but also the most sorrowful. In this short period I was allowed to live the highest feelings of gladness but also learned a lot of things. I have learned that a connection should never be one-way or the other one did not know what to begin with. And the moral was – but I hope it was not my final lesson – an elemental soul and a human soul can never be soul mates.

I never have had what is called numerous friendships, was always confronted with the words "You are strange". Thus made me very distrusting towards people around me and I preferred getting lost in astral travel rather than
The Fall of the AngelA fallen angel with the stigma of exile on her brow lies at my feet.

Weakened she looks at me with tears in the eyes. The crowd bustles about this creature who is of breathtaking beauty despite her several wounds. They encircle her. But nobody would like to help her.

Everybody wants to have a part of this celestial being. Everyone wants to annex her.

They scramble for the best pieces. All want to obtain something of the brilliancy and its beauty. Blood splashes in my face. The warm blood runs slowly down my cheek like viscous tar. The last cry of the angel let my tears - which I shed contemplatively - freeze to ice.

An icy chill penetrate
Tears in the MoonTears,
Shimmering pearls
In my eyes,
gently moisten my cheeks -
incessant.

Moon -
Shines bright
In dark night -
Glittering silverbeam in sky -
hopeful.
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I would find myself in you.
If you were with me now
You are the only one who knew
All the things we planned to do.

I want to live my life
The way you said I would
With courage as my light,
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Like you made me believe I could.

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There is so much I have never seen.
But I can feel your heart-beat still
And I will do great things
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Ein Hauch liegt über den Bäumen,
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The Secret of the Wood (I hear the rush of the ..)

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I hear the rush of the wind ....
In the crowns of the trees.

And because of the wind …
There is a riddle in the trees
As if they hold hidden treasures
In their hands.
Flowers, birds and shapes
Border the earth
Like in an ancient mysterious
Time and land.

Paths and clearings
Are shone on by sun and moonlight,
Cast enchanted shadows
Into the mystical world.
Eerie at night and day –

I hear the rush of the wind ….
In the crowns of the trees.

But –
The wood keeps the secret
In its branches.
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~dogyjoe Sep 10, 2012   General Artist
Very beautiful. The words are nicely used. Thank you for sharing. Also, while you are reading it, it gives you a filling that you are in the woods on a winter morning. :)
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Sep 10, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks and you are welcome. The woods are my home :)
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~dogyjoe Sep 10, 2012   General Artist
My fiancee and I like the woods as well, I prefer a wood house next to a lake. I don't know if you saw "Secret Window", if yes, than something similar to that house. It would be amazing.
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Mood: Content ~moonlight4ngel Aug 19, 2012  Student General Artist
This is very beautiful ... it gives me a wonderful feeling while I was reading it...
And really, there are no any words that could show the real beauty and wonder of the woods... just the feelings ^.^
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Aug 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks and I am glad that it has attracted your feelings, as well.
I totally agree with you :)
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~moonlight4ngel Aug 20, 2012  Student General Artist
:meditation:
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!GreenSun17 Aug 11, 2012
Yes, a treasure are the woods--the one place where spirit can heal and be strengthened. Very few understand this.
Your photos are special. This one and the others in your gallery. Glad you are out there, and understand.

James
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Mood: Love *Malintra-Shadowmoon Aug 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for your comment. I completely agree with you.
And the favour of the last sentence I return to you :)
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~KodokuNoNana Jul 16, 2012   General Artist
I love it.
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Jul 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks :)
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