Another Poem accompanied by the Zimmerman Piano is out, today’s Poem is a more naturalistic poem called Undergrowth
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Undergrowth
By: Espen Stenersrod
Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
Listening as they speak through the sound waves
Accompanied only by the wind
They both respect and fear their fathers
During storms they hide their faces beneath their palms
The baritone voice of the men
Conquer the silence in them all
They sit there and listen to the tales
From a place they can not imagine their own
Undergrowth of the underworld
Where they are all connected through the stones
Hiding in the realms of their fathers
Underneath the massive feathers of green
They interpret the wind from its sources
Gain knowledge from the trees of the king
Undergrowth of a scenery,
unimaginable to the young soul
Grown from the bottom of the mountain
They paint the color of the soil
Beautiful!
Reblogged this on Espen Stenersrød- From Pen To Heart and commented:
Let us paint the colour of the soil
Mystical and dreamlike.
I really liked this one! Good job!
that was kinda really really beautiful, thanx!
This. Is a kind of really really a thank you 🙂