Solitary earth

The earth has lost its balance.
Hundred years of walking over the sea of sands
Has built walls in her roots.

Like time travels under the sea
The earth evokes the splendor of awakening
In the eyes of the morning birds.
From the dream that was lost on the shore of the sky
I fail to assume winter fruits in summer’s song.
Hence I go plucking seeds from flower to flower,
From one sea to the other
With the hope of raising a home for her
In the field of butterflies.

Waking is a different dream.
And the earth that once dreamt to become a fairy,
Lives with us inside a tale of flowers and ashes.