In the middle of the magic forest-
There is a very ancient tree,
Hundreds of years left their craftsmanship
On her brown trunk.
But the glittering green leaves are like newborn,
Always youthful and so bright, so lovely!
If you calm yourself and sit down
Under the her blue shade,
You’ll feel indescribable soft wings
Fluttering on your forehead, cheeks, eyelids-
Singing in the air around you,
If you try to catch it with your hand
You won’t find anything.
If you listen carefully
You’ll hear as if some are whispering,
But you won’t see anyone
They do not appear!
Some people say that is the way
The trees whisper.
But the language of the trees is different
They don’t need words.
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