The little beech tree
in the forest looks up
to its family

the high crowns of wisdom
of hundreds of seasons
of the time she can not yet count

the order of the world
the time to be young
and know little

the time to be patient
to be small and to know
you're not short of anything

may eat from the toes
of the aunts
who teach you everything

Electrically
they give signals
the microbes and the threads

of fungus tell
what's going on
with fragrances and colours

are the leaves speaking
are the blossoms singing
are they calling animals

for help in case of danger
To live is performing
miracles with each other