You and me and our friends, exploring valleys of green
Emerald winter path marked by the warm of the sun
Surrounded by evergreen, a slow parade through the ancient oak-trees
In the silence, mushrooms singing nursery rhymes of childhood’s days
Suddenly into the glade
We felt her presence but we weren’t afraid
We heard her voice talking through the trees
A softly sound blowing in the breeze
“Silver Veins was my regal name
I’ve been here before the human’s age
Man forgot his thoughtful mother
Man betrayed his lovely sister
Believe in me, these stones can speak
Put the right question, don’t waste this trip.
Remember me and these rusty pylons
These crumbled walls of broken bricks.
Grey ruins into the sacred forest
Men’s failure lie in eternal rest
The Iron Century of man suffering
In my maternal embrace has its silent decay”.