Wandering in the landscape of my sleep Seeking for the meaning in oak trees Leaves strummed a strangely soothing rustles And twigs snapped at me, under my feet; My apologies Too late. It fell in an irreversible, absolute silence.
A pure, verboten green lands Hovering in the everlasting stillness A book in my hands, folding time in an oblivious state Under the gentleness of a shadowing tree Holding me under its arborescent wings Nature sheltered me in it's nest as towhee's offsprings And The rays-the fine golden strings- Perched on my genuineness as a kiss on my maskless face.
I kneeled for the shining blanket in the obscure mattress Before it went away with the grass Flickering between autumns and springs.
A beautiful scenery of pine trees forest that I replaced with oak trees.