God-like trees,
in a union orbited beyond miles,
witching-hour contrasted the sky
Like an eclipse across the world.
No star to radiate
the sacred land
just the daylight that gleems
in a heart of a girl
obstibated to find her way back,
but not home.

She deviates and fosters herself
from the pain of no roots

but better to find a place
to make roots
than to fall back on
the darkness
the God-like trees
and the eclipse lighting.
For her light may dense,
if she cant escape this sacred land.⁹