1. Égi Táltos &  Mohalepte

Égi Táltos –The Moon and the Nightspirit   Of Dreams Forgotten and Fables Untold

Égi Táltos  = Celestial Shaman

Mohalepte — The Moon and the Nightspirit

Mohalepte = Moss becoming or emerging or surprise as You  or  You becoming or emerging or surprise as Moss  or

MossBeing    MossyForestBeing


2.  Puita

With Trees –  Korpiklaani

Korpiklaani =  Forest/Wilderness Clan

Puita = With Trees


3. The Memory Of Trees

The Memory Of Trees — Enya


4.  Mänty Metsät

Pine Woods       – by Korpiklaani

Korpiklaani = Forest/Wilderness Clan

Mänty Metsät = Pine Woods


5..  Alaska Forest Firenado

Alaska Firenado film by  Douglas Burts   –Barton Hollow by The Civil Wars

Doubglas Burts of the Alaska Division of Forestry caught incredible footage of a ‘firenado’ forming from

a forestfire.  ‘Firenados’ are what they sound like, fire swirling clouds of smoke with tornado strength winds.


6.  Lysabild

Lysabild  —  Valvran

Lysabild =  Light Crabtree

Valvran =  described as originating from ravens who consume the bodies of the dead on the battlefield,  alternately, as wolf/raven hybrids

I træets øverste grene

Sad en pige så alene
Et ansigt sig spejlede i tællelampens skær
Borte var alle hun havde haft så kær
Og dødens vind den strejfede hendes kind


In the tree’s upper branches
Sat a girl so alone
A face is mirrored in counting the lamp inserts
Gone was all she had held so dear
And the wind of death roamed her cheek


I træets øverste grene sad en pige så alene
Men håbet det boede i hendes unge sind
Som lyset det flakkede i den røde aftenvind
Og livet kyssede hendes kind

Alene de andre er døde
Alene alle er døde
Alene resten er døde
Lys mit lys

3 mile derfra sad i sorg en ungersevend
Hand troede ej mere skulle få en ven
Modløs han stirrede mod aftenhimlen grå
I det fjerne et glimt ud i mørket han så

Han løb gennem stok han løb over sten, gennem moser og krat og forrev sine ben
Men ensom at være det ville han ej, og ran så af sted på den lange mørke vej
Han løb over mark og han løb gennem skov, alt imens pigen sad i træet og sov
Han løb gennem hegn og løb over krat, han stred sig igennem den mørkeste nat

Alene de andre er døde
Alene alle er døde
Alene resten er døde
Lys mit lys


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14 comments on “Music Themes: TREES AND FORESTS

  1. […] is a music theme on trees and forests. The prompt for today’s challenge came from bearspawprint by way of 47whitebuffalo’sblog. These are my selections, in honor of the Earth and the hope […]


  2. flyingcuttlefish says:

    The Pines by Robert William Service

    We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines;
    The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer we lock our lines,
    And deeper we clutch through the gelid gloom where never a sunbeam shines.

    On the flanks of the storm-gored ridges are our black battalions massed;
    We surge in a host to the sullen coast, and we sing in the ocean blast;
    From empire of sea to empire of snow we grip our empire fast.

    To the niggard lands were we driven, ‘twixt desert and floes are we penned;
    To us was the Northland given, ours to stronghold and defend;
    Ours till the world be riven in the crash of the utter end;

    Ours from the bleak beginning, through the aeons of death-like sleep;
    Ours from the shock when the naked rock was hurled from the hissing deep;
    Ours through the twilight ages of weary glacier creep.

    Wind of the East, Wind of the West, wandering to and fro,
    Chant your songs in our topmost boughs, that the sons of men may know
    The peerless pine was the first to come, and the pine will be last to go!

    We pillar the halls of perfumed gloom; we plume where the eagles soar;
    The North-wind swoops from the brooding Pole, and our ancients crash and roar;
    But where one falls from the crumbling walls shoots up a hardy score.

    We spring from the gloom of the canyon’s womb; in the valley’s lap we lie;
    From the white foam-fringe, where the breakers cringe to the peaks that tusk the sky,
    We climb, and we peer in the crag-locked mere that gleams like a golden eye.

    Gain to the verge of the hog-back ridge where the vision ranges free:
    Pines and pines and the shadow of pines as far as the eye can see;
    A steadfast legion of stalwart knights in dominant empery.

    Sun, moon and stars give answer; shall we not staunchly stand,
    Even as now, forever, wards of the wilder strand,
    Sentinels of the stillness, lords of the last, lone land?


  3. willowdot21 says:

    Such beautiful pieces , a learning curve for me , all new except the Enya one!!


  4. Hello bear!
    O we both picked Enya’s The Memory of Trees! I love the flavor of your selections which are so different from mine today. This selection process was much more difficult than I imagined it would be. There are sooo very many musical paths to wander and boy did I WANDER. LOL.
    Yep, I’m considering the theme of our next round. If you’re game, then so am I. 🙂


  5. barbtaub says:

    This is so gorgeous. I love it and thanks for sharing!



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