The Willow Trees
In the river they shine, with a lustrous aura,
the colossal trees that shield the faes,
they sway and sing as the wind passes,
for they speak for the forest, stewards of the depths.
They enfold the multitude who creates legions of possibilities
to protect the forest, to fight with a blazing heart,
from an unprecedented enemies from their blood spilling past,
which preceded an envious battle between those who were mystical.
Now, the serpent trees have remained unbothered,
for once again, they utter for the forest,
they cast a spell and unwind,
to prevent a war that had distorted their memories.
this poem is dedicated to the colossal willow trees which have been proven to be mystical by those who believe.
