Past The Stonecircle Clearing

Past the Stonecircle Clearing.
In trace of unseen footprints
Following the smell of rain
Turned into whiffs of mist

Past the Stoncircle Clearing.
in search of a place forgotten
Body and mind alert
The trees reign here.

Nightwind enshrouded the path
(And) when the dawn
Was turned into day
The path was gone.

Past the Stonecircle Clearing.
Beyond the place where the oaks grow ancient
No feeling of enmity present
Neither concern for humanness

Behind are the lumbered clearings
Where the trunks and roots are enraged
Injured and filled with wrath
Against the kin of the cutters.

Ahead lie the fumes of obscurity
Mystifying the surroundings.
The footsteps must be firm yet cautious
For the ground may soon turn out to be (very) unsolid.

Past the Stonecircle Clearing
Where the druidsong used to resound
Before the altar with an ensiform sigil
With symbols of tree-befriended knowledge

Gone are the druids now, past away long ago
Only the wind now sings in the trees
And the streams of the disharmonic intruders
Are stilled by roots, branches, moss, and venomous fangs

In danger is the traveller who dares to pass the forestline
Past the Stonecircle Clearing
In search of hidden wisdom he must be
Or a foolish defiant ass, whom the world shan't evermore see

The rhythm of the trees differs from that of men
And they are not on friendly terms
With human toils, hopes and anxiety
Into the forest the one who enters
In search of knowledge
Must be prepared to face the quest
With respect, fear, humility
Absolute self-assurance
And capacity of feeling awe

The nightwinds pulled the shroud away
From the path to the ancient place, again
It's open only sometimes
And many have failed to return.

Past the Stonecircle Clearing
In search of the hidden knowledge
The powers are roaming free

Remember how it was in the winter?
When the frosted shrubs twinkled in starlight?
Now it's another season