Don’t
know, if you are aware ,
That
woods can change the place of living.
That
it is impossible to get lost in the forest, because all trees are different,
and they all have soul ?
Having
got started,
They
begin slow long way, looking for a better place.
Most
eager they set out in autumn, as birds.
Or as a human.
Sometimes
we are lost, and don’t know what to do...
We
are looking for for better paths and
better ways.
But
forest is never silent for those who understand his language
All
magic of my forest goes down into my soul by its roots.
I
am imprisoned in it as a great Marlyn
My
life looks like a forest
which
the Narnian fire is burning in.
I’m
here, observe myself !
Only
discern the voice of my forest
My
forest is so familiar and long forgotten
Like
the face of beloved person, who died
Like
an old dream, like waves of the sea which does not exist anymore in my valley
As
of a piece of forgotten song,
As
a memory about past childhood or about eternity of all living and dying
Million
years ago, some body's heart has been
pricked in the same way, as mine now
Clouds,
passing by under the tops of trees, are reconfirming his feeling lonely
familiarity.
You
come to me.
I
know you will fall in love with my forest,
But
now I’m walking in it alone,
And forest can’t be loved from a distance,
You
should sense it.
I
have gone deep into myself and have reveled
by kilometers of the forest silence and calm
Now
the forest twillights changed by the
smell of strawberries and lilac bells, by the quivering of aspen leaves...
All trees in my forest of have got opened..
The
sacred forest my soul pulls
new tender shoots of hope to the sky ..
I
am now a part of magic forest myself...
Engine without the rest. I've got under the rain and
became part of the rain. I met a morning in the forest and became a dew .... I
became a part of a dew ...
My
forest has opened up for me, i learned to feel his familiar empathy. I will
open up my forest for you ...
Do
not let me go......
all
the trees are different in it..
He
seems to be living with his life again ...
It
has unshakable maturity of trunks and crowns ..
ghostly
and beautiful Elves are living in it ,
and no one can change it olready ...
My
forest now --- richer than a king
Khinkiladze
Katerina
