At the Brook کے بول

It was like the mountains had shifted The paths had crossed Trees had become stones The forest filled with rocks No stars are burning The heaven pouring of rain The skies came against me North had turned south I had lost my way The further I walked The longer I had gone The birds flew against me In this circle I continued to walk The wind was howling The earth felt like clay The shadows were everywhere Night never turned into day In the haze A mild voice suddenly whispered A luring trickling sound so near With the blink of an eye the fog faded A paradise in front of me appeared At the brook I trembled and kneeled It waved me to join it Into the silent streams I closed my eyes And fulfilled my dream The moutains echoed my screams