Above me the skies

I am the silence at the foot of the tree, above me the skies and the secrets of leaves, deep roots are winding under me. The sun whispers tales, and the light roams like islands over my face: Soon it will sink in the domes of the hills. Soon the darkness will dwell in my eyes.

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