Don't look at me with those eyes
It makes me want to crawl
Out of the ground and rip the sky apart
Don't smile when you see me
It reminds me of the bond we shared
So perfect and nourishing yet so fragile
If you see me in trouble
Walk away like a person,
unaware of the streets he walks
Don't bestow me any kindness
I hate kind strangers.

"It was a love in beautiful bloom"
Yet like the green spring in its frail,
A sailor entering an endless stormy sail,
A matchstick ignited by a spark,
And the bright Sun that began to emit dark;
When we pictured our peak, we also met our doom.

Only few of my walks
Are already engraved in the tree barks,
I caressed, once I had them pass.

When I lie down with my eyes shut,
The earth child grieves for the tree
While the writer can't set his emotion free
Knowing that out there, trees are being cut.