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.