the seeds you sowed sprouted
the cracks of the soil
gone
when you come back what you
see are trees
flowers
on the bark clings the vines and the
orchids
their roots sticking which used
the years
well
the idle woman from her sleep walks around
the place and notices that there must be changes
for what she does not like
roots and trees and vines
all these
are the possible ruins of her past
she makes the decisions now and everything
you work for
those seeds and stones in their places
uprooted
in this world the madness continues
the destroyers prevail
and those who work hard keeps on going away
to start anew
sowing the seeds, growing those trees, letting the vines
grow the roots
still wanting to touch the skies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem