You said that love is a tree
with roots and tops
with spring and autumn
with fruits, pests
it rises from a seed
after finding a place to live
grows quietly with annuals
living longer than humans
keeping their suppleness
dampening the storm winds
giving shade to the tired
lookout tower dreamers
Narrative:
today the wind carries dust
golden yellow, light in sorrow
today the wind bears a name
bitter on the lips
today the wind bears dust
silvery, shimmering
today the wind bears a name
heavenly sweet on the lips
others rise to the heights
in the soil-rich earth
others are sheer tenacity
rock holes conquer
if the earth is poisoned
horizon low
frost bites the roots across
drought sucks the sap from wounds
br/>today the wind carries dust
golden yellow, light with sorrow
I remember that love is a tree
soon the evening wind will settle
but still carry with it
and we will fly
rest the world
swim to a new possibility