Mountains, Rivers, Caves, and Trees

Mountains,

rivers,

caves,

and

trees.

Many

secrets

of

mine

hidden

in

these.

From

Spring

flowers

through

the

Autumn

leaves,

truth

from

of

my

voice

sank

into

the

earth.

Wind

breath

sometimes

whispered

her

secrets,

gently

blown

until

she

lies

still.

In

the

grasses

they

got

trapped.

Framework

you

dreamed

of:

find

out,

talk.

Secrets

are

the

silence

inside,

escaped

to

become

free,

unkept.

Mountains

of

flowers,

of

wind

blown

grasses,

of

silence.

Rivers

mine

through

my

breath

until

they

find

inside

caves

hidden,

the

voice.

Sometimes

she

got

out,

escaped.

And

in

Autumn

sank

whispered

lies,

trapped.

Talk

to

trees,

these

leaves.

Into

her

still

framework,

secrets

become

many.

From

truth,

the

secrets

in

you

are

free.

Secrets

spring

from

earth

gently—

the

dreamed,

the

unkept.