Big trees balance alongside the road
Where I walk
They form a green roof above my head
Creating a place for my thoughts
I try to grasp the raw air
To understand the chattering of the birds
As I picture myself in those treetops up there
Blowing freely in the air


The light is slowly fading out
In the horizon
The wind lulls the sun asleep
I wrap myself up in the clouds
No need for words now
I am in my quiet place
Where I indulge myself in silence
Let my woolgathering lead me astray