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The Old Shepherd Wind

O+1+2+3+4+5+6+7+...=-1/12 on June 18, 2013 15:59

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During the far history of Vertunya, people were trying tu understand nature and its language. Their knowledge was summarized on some very old books. One of them, called the "memories of souls and creatures", contains a lot of short chapters, and little poems in haiku style. A lot of these were forgotten, but some texts like "The Old Shepherd Wind", remained alive on people's minds for millenia.
There's a mountain where all the winds come from, called the "Pure Mountain", where a temple was built, and where exist a lot of plants and animals which can't be seen elsewhere. An old tale tells that when the wind travelled all the world, it returns to the Pure Mountain to share its journey with the other winds. All the winds keep the power that makes things alive, and cook this power with all the forgotten stories of the world.

The night is falling and we are coming back
With hundreds of clouds we gathered across the sea
Following our blow when the sky turns black
The mountain is calling us and praying behind we
With brave heart, we used to fly apart
At dawn, when we lead the waters
And we feed the rivers
We run to give you shivers

One day we took the last leaves of an old burl
One day we grabbed a dancing hair of a young girl
One day we sowed the perfume of the spring flowers
One day we stole the memories of an old storyteller
And petals, and spokes of laughing children
After, we mix all that together
And we get our mixture
Ready to shake our feathers

So many songs we have heard across the streets
We keep then whisper them to lonely travelers.
So many landscapes we carressed and visited
So many secrets we told to singing birds
At night, when all the moons are bright
We return at last from our long flight
To the far montains heights
As far as rises the daylight

The day I'll pass through your fingers I'll tell you my story
The story of a wolf and an old dead tree
We will blow as long as we travel this world
Giving the land its essence and life its power
The sun makes us dance all along
The day, and we spin like cloud whirls
From weather comes the storm
And from the storm comes the song


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