Everything is watching
   Always
                         Always
I sometimes find at those times
When everything just falls into its place,
And the sky becomes one with the earth and it floods
Through the fragile small body that
      Holds me,
          Maybe.

And my feelings become one with the earth
As tears fall from my eyes down to the roots.
In those times I can’t breathe because
All that is holding me’s so huge,
       So beautiful and bright, So bright and huge
And whenever my hands find the earth
Among pavements I wrap my fingers
    Round soil and plants just to get a bit closer.

      In dark nights I wonder if all that ever mattered
Were the sky and the sea and the stones,  but turning my face to the breeze I know,
      That maybe they’re nothing at all.

And when I am falling to pieces I place my ears to the bark of the trees
         I tell myself that maybe I’m part of the spirit that’s

moving through them

Just turn around please, somebody tell me that all that I am is not lost

That the dust on the breeze and the sky on my fingers can do something more
Than us all
But maybe
      
         Maybe

If the broken down houses and deserted forests can play a melodic a chord among those once lost
The music of the never stolen flames can sing

          Sing, Sing!

And all at once it bursts
Oh, the colours of the dawn, the growing of the leaves.
In the brilliant circles lie the real truths

It cannot be described. No.
It is the earth.

      I am the earth