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The Devas
The quiet
notes that atone me to
nature
Were composed by creatures of
the twilight world
Invisible to the eyes of two they
stride about, helping this
earthfilled Mother
Gowns of
their windy voices
dress the woods as I stroll in
our forest...
Listening to their enchantment
"We are
the Devas, we love you
Have us not to cry anymore
Find something else to do
Or nature will son be as unreal
and mythical as a commoner´s
folklore"
The bad
seed of oppressed
meadows become signs of a
circle...
Often found in the crops
Caretakers
of land and wind,
embrace these magical
fiddlers...
Witches of old, the daughters of
nature, once did the same
They are
the guardians of earth
as they work unseen and
unspoiled
Not giving in to greed, hate or
the warlocks of perversion
Tears are shed each night,
sweetening natures back as they
walk our lands so soiled
Your third
eye can glance at
these beings; catch them for a
split second
Find its sight and you will find
their reality... and then you will
find... true gorgeousness
Mankind,
like rolling stones
down the mountain of earth,
smash against
any obstacle
We are blind to this magic of
the forest entities, as we only
use eyes of
bad persuasion
Open your eyes, sit down with
the wolfs and atone your voice
to the howling of
their midnight
Then you will be singing songs
of healing powers, instead of
selfish tunes of
sad lies
Nature
sees you, why can´t you
see it?
The Devas loves you, why can´t
you love them?
The forest sings for you, why...
can´t you offer a melody back in
return?
The Devas...
will never leave us
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© Hans
Anderberg --
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