I see rain, falling down on a maple tree,
Making my pain drown into the endless sea.
I see dark falling leaves, blowing in sultry wind
As if bleak autumn grieves, making my bark skinned.
I see snow, laying down on the sacred wood,
Covering every crown with an enchanting hood.
I see a luminous resin, turning into a golden amber,
Leaking out of blazing, raw wounds to remember.
I see pine, rising over a green misty forest —
An invisible borderline between things weren't promised.
I see an intricate chain, entwining trunk with а symbolic anchor,
A diminutive grain, turning into a venomous rancor.
I see fire, burning bridges to tempestuous soul,
A smouldering cruel desire, dreamings of being heart-whole.
I see fear, freezing heartwood of withering tree,
A radiant spear, an elixir that will set you free.
