Thursday, January 27, 2011

Reincarnation

Despite all,
I always thought I'd come back
as an oak tree,
or a blade of grass.

But the trees are bare,
and the grass has browned.
I am still alive
while the seasons change.

Now I feel myself
as being here only for you,
less a part of this earth,
rooted only in your movements.

1 comment:

Please include your name, friend.