Radiant, a tree sheds itself onto the land.
A wind, mighty through the branches, runs and
punctures, bows the tree to touch the Earth and die.
Only the beginning, to announce returning, leaves
Bud here and there, add life to death.
Trying again, they wilt.
We live inside a weave of deep roots. Infinite blueprints
Trying to escape ourselves, we collide with each other.
The wind breathes. Unravels us.
We raise the radiant Tree.