The road of trees
Left
Unspoken
Crouched by the relentless air…
Dry trees
Soaked
In the ground,
rooted deeply.
They mushroom on the rock,
in the water,
next to the wall.
The sun changes the shadows,
the shapes take their form,
acrobatically on the verge of real and dreamy.
In front of the vastness of the sea,
looking for heaven.
Seeking rebirth,
their foliage.
They call me
is my connecting link.
I leave everything behind and follow,
to become a tree too.
I do not want to be alone,
to walk I ask among them
stories to tell me.
Let’s go up the hills together.
To keep me company
for those who left.
Great silence,
under their heavy shadow.
Their rustling call,
to take a deep breath.
Breath of life.
I just woke up bro.
How much I like the dawn
the sky opens again.
The road of the trees is illuminated!
