The sun hitting the face among the branches
Reflected from the crystal
it's like a rainbow
As you proceed without coming back
deep into the greenery
The birds are going away
among the pine cones
ornaments of our nest
We find ourselves in the scent of pine
Smiles mixed with soil
With ants walking over us
Right after ten trees
There is an endless road for us
One last deep breath
One last look to the world
Among the mountain flowers