15 True Stories from the Oak
Songs to Golemus
“Val-der-ri, Val-der-ra”
“Val-der-ri, Val-der-ra ra ra”
“With my knapsack on my back”
Quiet for a moment, and then I echo with the echoing song.
“Val-der-ri, Val-der-ra,”
“Val-der-ri, Val-der-ra ra ra,”
“With her knapsack on her back.”
We step down the path, echoing ourselves and adding verses, inviting others to join in on the happy song. No one hears, except for the spirit of the world, with its ear affixed to our words of song. We are the only two people on the island, but our songs fill it with the voices of many. Off the hillside our songs echo, me echoing her, the water echoing me, and the sky echoing it. We yell until a cacophony of noise becomes a symphony, blending in to natural rhythm. To ourselves, and for others, we walk and sing her song.
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