Today is the day
Today is the day to be kind
To support a friend
A cause
To plant a flower
To read a poem
To take a shot of a beautiful cloud
To respect yourself
And others
Today is the day to be brave
To be grateful
To see these green
Leaves
Which turn into red
To greet
This blue bird
Which came to visit
Today is the day
To see this fruit tree
Which presents proudly
Its apples
But no one reaches out
To pick one
And enjoy
…
I wrote the poem
I picked the apple
Do you want a bite?
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I love hugging trees
because of the stories they whisper
because of their curvy roots
bulging proudly about the surface
because trees hold each other
brotherly underground
while their branches
wave their aery crowns
high above
because even when some trees
have split trunks
their hands above
are united
I now hug this Yew-tree
500-year-old grandpa
with red skin
in our garden
and I listen
stories of Silver lake
and the breathing mountain
people around
their ancestors
some even live nearby
What tales
You will whisper, Yew
when today’s world
disappear?
In the middle of the night
One wing broken
The other – unstitched
God, let me wake up
But to be myself again
