There is a superstition
When you go in May after first warm rain,
People call it mushroom rain,
You go far usually forest, where no people, only trees, or big land,
To look for blue flower.
It's at night, when is bright, or early morning,
The forest has fog, still can see road,
And you walk and walk.
Before people didn't even wear clothes,
Are they would dance near small fireplaces after
Then go wash face in the river, or forest ponds.
After a while, because so cold, we started to hear voice,
This is nature talking to us, some one said. ..
