The Sound of the River

A northbound path Alone I walk this land These lordless fields Untouched by man Through the narrow woods Trees shield the wind Just a whistling sound Desolation becomes me The sound of the river The source to my life I walk along her Adoring her pristine sight I am of the earth The past is my blood Ancestors rebirth My seed grows Under this majestic mountain There is a prosperous field This will be my homeland Where my river streams Stone build on stone Walls become to keep The outside at a distance My blood within reach A body well worn Scars of life Here I live Here I die The sound of the river The source to my life I walk along her Adoring her pristine sight

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025