Mydriasis

Oak speak to me.
I want to breath your wisdom.
Soft winds breeze;
Mind free from tantrum.

I ask,
"Trees, trees,
you have seen a lot of things.
What is that you love?"

The breeze exhales.

Taken away.

I whisper softly back
"I love you so much. So much.
Thank you, Thank you."

A symphony is playing,
wild with debris,
I look to the street-light,
a leaf grazes me.

Gaia is here,
meditating in the branches.
I ask her to kiss me,
And my wish is granted.

Everything,
Goes away.

Everything,
Goes away.

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