- Harmony that comes from having both -

I see leaves,
when my empty solitude
fills me the day after;
they accompany my floating thoughts.

My hair flows,
full of expectation,
like a stream of water passing over any frontier,
between a sheet of paper that I signed
and the dream of turning it into
a child's paper plane.

The wind is soft,
barely audible,
as if the tumults
of my life gone wild
were being hushed.

Now that the leaves
have changed their hues,
now that solitude
is my fulfillment,
here are my wings,
born from an earthly delight
and made
of a lighter kind of wisdom.

Soon, I will fly,
leaving the leaves behind;
and as they fall after a while,
I'll go much further,
but never will I give up my roots.

Surely I've been told
to make a comfortable choice,
but I know that I can nurture both worlds,
cherish the sky and the earth.

And even if I cry at times,
I will still spread my daring wings
and strengthen my singular roots,
to summon the pleasure
that I deserve,
(and so do you).