Back to Your Roots

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the whispers of the forest, where the ancient spirits dwell, 
I hear the call of my ancestors, their stories weave a spell. 
Through the shadows of the mountains, where the wild rivers flow, 
I feel the pulse of the earth beneath my weary soul. 

Take me back to your roots, where the wildflowers bloom, 
To the heart of the sacred woods, where the echoes find their room. 
With the fire in my heart and the stars as my guide, 
I’ll walk the path of my forebears, with the spirits by my side. 

In the dance of the seasons, in the rhythm of the night, 
I find the strength of my people, in their laughter and their fight. 
With the howl of the wolf and the song of the breeze, 
I reclaim my lost heritage, and I’m finally at ease. 

Take me back to your roots, where the wildflowers bloom, 
To the heart of the sacred woods, where the echoes find their room. 
With the fire in my heart and the stars as my guide, 
I’ll walk the path of my forebears, with the spirits by my side. 

Oh, let me feel the earth beneath my feet, 
As I dance with the shadows, where past and present meet. 
In the circle of life, I’m reborn once more, 
With each step I take, I open a door. 

Through the veil of forgotten dreams, I hear their voices call, 
In the heartbeat of the land, I am part of it all. 
With the strength of my lineage flowing deep in my veins, 
I rise from the ashes, breaking free from these chains. 

Take me back to your roots, where the wildflowers bloom, 
To the heart of the sacred woods, where the echoes find their room. 
With the fire in my heart and the stars as my guide, 
I’ll walk the path of my forebears, with the spirits by my side. 

So let me return to that sacred place, 
Where the past intertwines with time’s gentle grace. 
In this journey of spirit, I’ll never be lost— 
For I carry my roots with me, no matter the cost.