THE LONELY TREE

 

In front of my window,

Far away in the middle of a mountain,

There is a tree

A lonely tree.

 

I have always thought

What sense does it have,

A lonely tree,

In the middle of the mountain?

 

Until I made an excursion

To the peak of the mountain

The sun was blazing

And the way so long

 

I thought I couldn’t walk any more

The sweat slipping down my face

My legs begging for mercy

The air struggling to arrive into my lungs

 

Then, a present from the gods:

There majestically it stood,

In the middle of the incline,

The lonely tree

 

I could experience the big sense of it

 generous, it gave us its shadow

Protection from the sun

A pleasant fresh hug

 

What delight to sit under a tree

To rest in its greenness

smelling its scent

feeling protected, feeling at home.

 

Sometimes it seems hard to be myself

Like the lonely tree

It is strange to be genuine

Feeling nude in the middle of the mountain

 

But there is one meaning

And it’s essential to unfold it

With the strength of the lonely tree

I dare to spread all that is in me.