A leaf

Today the wind blows,

And a leaf slowly grows,

On a branch of a tree that remains alone.

She glances at three birds,

And smells soil and dirt,

On the carpet of red and orange tones.

How could I swim?

Wonders our leaf.

Where do I begin

My newfound belief?

"Swim within me,

Once you're not green.

Would you undress your home tree?"

Asked the river on its way to the sea.

The summer has sung,

And under the sun,

Her green skin has turned yellow-red.

A wind makes her grin,

And the travels begin,

The autumn breeze as her pillow-bed.

Now I can fly,

She said to him.

Seeing him from the sky.

Her river, her whim.

"Come, fall on me,"

Said the river indeed.

"Would you free the breeze

from its beauty for me?"

We observe the tree's daughter,

Dragged by her love into the water.

Swims within him,

Deep in sin.

Let them close their love

And fly up high.

Higher than white doves

Where sadness dies.