The grains of my solid roots | |
Go deep into the youth of existence | |
They mirror the path of my forefathers | |
Through the winter way alone | |
To mount and rove- to evolve | |
As the sun, the very one | |
Enlightened the road I found | |
Along the grains of ages | |
The roots of my being | |
Projects all that you are seeing... | |
(Oystein G. Brun, March 2005) |