Prayer in the Birch Grove

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the stillness of the twilight, where the shadows softly creep, 
I wander through the birch trees, where ancient secrets sleep. 
With silver trunks like sentinels, they whisper to the night, 
I kneel upon the earth and raise my voice in flight. 

Oh, spirits of the forest, hear my humble plea, 
In this sacred grove of birches, let my soul be free. 
Guide me through the darkness, with your wisdom and your grace, 
In the heart of this communion, I find my rightful place. 

The moonlight bathes the branches, casting dreams upon the ground, 
Each leaf a fleeting memory, each rustle a profound sound. 
I call upon the ancients, their echoes fill the air, 
With every breath I take here, I feel their presence rare. 

Oh, spirits of the forest, hear my humble plea, 
In this sacred grove of birches, let my soul be free. 
Guide me through the darkness, with your wisdom and your grace, 
In the heart of this communion, I find my rightful place. 

Through trials and tribulations, I’ve wandered far and wide, 
But in this grove of birches, I lay my fears aside. 
The roots run deep beneath me, entwined with earth and stone, 
In unity with nature, I know I am not alone. 

So let the winds carry my prayer to the stars above, 
To the spirits of the forest, to the ones I truly love. 
With every branch that sways here, I feel their strength anew, 
In the prayer of the birch grove, I find my spirit true. 

Oh, spirits of the forest, hear my humble plea, 
In this sacred grove of birches, let my soul be free. 
Guide me through the darkness, with your wisdom and your grace, 
In the heart of this communion, I find my rightful place. 

As dawn breaks through the branches and the shadows start to fade, 
I carry forth this blessing in the life that I have made. 
With every step I take now, I’ll honor what I’ve known - 
In the prayer of the birch grove, I’ve finally found my home.