forest whispers to aaro

come, aaro, to where mist (hangs) between ancient t r e e s & light filters through verdant canopies i will show you the borderland (between light & shadow) where silence grows w i l d in these quiet places we learn to h e a r our true names called by the e a r t h the forest remembers (what we have forgotten) how to breathe, how to l i s t e n & how to be unafraid of the d a r k aaro, i will bring you to these sacred spaces so your roots may g r o w deep so you may learn (early) what took years to discover: we are not s e p a r a t e from this wild beauty, we are born of it