19 January 2013
In the forest, a little girl cries, Her mother clasps her hands as she slowly dies.
In the forest, two becomes one, The foul work of nature is finally done.
No help she could get for the hands who held her, But yet the trees begin to stir,
She looks up, afraid, in front of her mother, Not to be touched by any other,
A man, but one that she knows, no longer fears Her father, returned, after all the years.
Opuss № I