Thought-free, unprejudiced,
open-minded he is voyaging
through the world –
from the one tree
to the other.

Steadily he walks and walks:
sometimes slow,
sometimes fast,
but always moving forward.

Seasons came and left,
the autumn came,
and so words bestowed upon him;
the leaves of the trees, his trees.

He just had to trust,
Simply all it takes is to trust,
listen to their sound,
and be fully emerged
in the unknown and uncertain

And so it occurred,
a pile of leaves arose.

He collected them all,
any single one of his gifts
and ressurected their lifes
in the form of trees.

Some of them were picked up as food,
few of them as inspiration,
the others as a feeling of home.

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