Luis Echevarría / Perromalo
I AM A TREE
Today my arms are the branches that whisper with the breeze of your breath
And I feel the bark of my skin harden at the warmth of your embrace,
As the roots of my feet grow in the soil of your soul.
Because there is where I live
And see the ring of the time carving the wood of my heart.
And I don’t belong to this world anymore
Because a tree is what I am.