And this is how he learnd to hear the nature
As his father taught him
Snuggled to the roots of a tree
Listening to the blowing wind
Far away in the valley
That brings back stories from an old time
Hearing his whisper in the branches
And telling praise of great warriors
Softly or harder
On the rythm of the battles
With the help of the birds
Makes the story perfect
Here it comes blowing through high herb
Through breeze to his ears
Slowly the river detailed the fable
Sometimes gushind down
And bouncing from rocks to boulders
Frothing and swirling the ancients tales
Thrown down with a big thud
Reminding the heartbeat of the elders
Here closer to the big tree's roots
Drawing deeply its strength and history
He finds them
He finds himself
O ancients!
O fathers!
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