This forest is alive. He has good eyes

This forest is alive. He has good eyes
Noise winds in his head
Starrezni stumps, Koslati Potrochi
Chronicles of silence write in the grass
Oak Nestor looks through his fingers
On white Waltz Joyful Berwith
And a sleepy mushroom in the emerald Kumfaya
The rain was drunk and the day grew
Purple Sun Twilight Forest
In the lumen of clouds shows a movie
And somewhere on the stumps for grey salted
Bears scoring Domino
Small Ozera, Lightning Nezlìsno
Cone cloud of weary grottoes
I’m going to talk to the forest
And even then I can and with people

Lina Kostenko