كلمات Roots

The roots thrust – into oblivion Beyond the verge of space The erodent roots, the evolving loops Thrusts, yet free roaming There is a horizon folded Blinding leaves of the universe Throughout the inner core My quest, my lore Where the seeds recoil and return Where the potency explodes to burn Where the roots weave into the branches Where dimensions blend into infinity Where the seeds recoil and return Where the potency explodes to burn There is a path running free Quintessential chemistry Where the rivers recoil and return Fallen stars explode and burn The branches reach into eternity Beyond the verge of stellar time The evolving tree, the revolving spree Anchored in me means floating free No time, no space can ever be My hive, my home I belong beyond the stellar dome Blinding leaves of the universe