In March, I planted a tree to grow
in one with human seasons
my dream of home and child,
and a swing, hidden, in its branches.
April awakened the first fillet.
Yes, he drove straight to the sky.
He was embracing the spring breeze,
I hurt myself, from jealousy, heart.
I let him down in May not beat.
My tree welcomed my first bird.
I left them, quite alone.
I searched for a temple. To fire a chap.
For health. For luck. For time and money.
For all that is in my soul.
And I watched her - her flame -
and I thought God did not hear me ...
Then there was a leaf in my temple,
with a kiss sealed. It was autumn.
Did I think: from where was it sent?
I heard the bird fly away, with a song.
She was singing:
Wood I grew up to grow,
in one with human seasons,
your dream of home and child,
and a swing hidden in his branches ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...