The oldest forest, Bia?owie?a forest.
The sunlight gets in through the spaces between leaves,
beckoning me into the depths of the woods.
Trembling with the wind and high spirits, stretching my hands up to the sky,
I could feel flora’s energy.
I walked into a Finnish sleeping forest of North European legends.
Silk-like, smooth glow gathered in a sunny spot.
A sparkle absorbing the sunlight sways. The sacred forest preserved its sanctity.
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