the forest breathes the fog
trees turn into misty shadows
of fractured tales,
here– we raised our banners
woven our common dreams
and vows of courage and
sacrifice.
beyond this cluster of trees
naked mountains
and fields are turned up
by peasants calloused hands
like gardens keeping the seeds
of hopes to grow
in their season.
the rain falls
i hear songs, freedom songs
clear and high–
a gathering of wind is coming
my spirit learns
to dance with the trees
the forest is pregnant
with more victories.