One day, walking through the forest,
I see a tree. The tree appears to be a normal tree,
and it is.
But it's somehow mesmerizing.
The spell it casts puts me into a bubble; a sweet bubble, a warm happiness.
Then, I see it.
This is the most beautiful creature.
It's dripping with gold.
Its warm skin bursts with energy and calmth.
It's beautiful hair plays in the golden sun.
The sweet air it breathes in comes out sweeter, filling the air with endless joy.
The blonde leaves dancing in the wind are mellifluous and stunning.
The breathtaking charisma overshadows all despair it has been through.

P.S. The tree is you.

P.P.S I love you.

because the leaves
they rustle turn a light
wind, stroking the season
still warm enough
to dive in unripple
this brightness the calmth

a happiness
polished by so much beauty
trees surrounding the lake
circles lost in this
dialogue of sounds and colours
how many identifiers are
there to believe?
crickets are laughing, a prey bird
sleuths the satiness

a happiness
so unworldly
a gratefulness
so unearthly

that I just dive in bring  
me down back to
the lights ways to
wish on a star

Watching from my window sill
I saw him walking, a lion in thrill
Streets shivering of his mighty shrill
On his call they come and fill
An army of dogs route march and drill.

Peeping through my window pane
A group of birds landing on the lane
Through which cars flown in train
Now laying like a snake in pain.

Prying eyes through melancholy windows
I saw spring sprouting fast in meadows
Nature dancing reviving lacking human shadows.

For bringing back her magical touches
As she strikes, one but all happily blushes.

Oh, dear mother, forgive your prodigal sons.

Awful calmth of streets in still
Sinking my spirits in silence they remain
Without the treading feet of two legged fellows
One and twenty days freed from his clutches
Nature will revive, but her sons fearfully in their prisons.

When everything turned I was still carrying the hurt.
And it’s not gone but my tolerance and energy really are, almost completely.

It’s so hard to grasp for me that there’s a way to continue.
Do I even want to go on?

No choice as usual it seems.
But it turned for the better.
That doesn’t mean the pain is gone.
And peace is never close unless I’m close to you.

In the moment.
But many moments are too hard to live in for me. Still.
And there’s no settling, no calmth.
Only a reason to go on again.

Running with the van of death, till her legs couldn't defeat the wheels
Lonely road in awful calmth, not a shoulder for cry and share
Covid hit her love went far, without even a parting kiss.