To Feel The Love Of People Whom

Every Day You Play With The Light Of The Universe.

Everything Is Ceremony In The Wild Garden Of Childhood.

In You Is The Illusion Of Each Day. You Arrive Like The Dew To The Cupped Flowers. You Undermine The Horizon With Your Absence. Eternally In Flight Like The Wave.

What Did The Tree Learn From The Earth To Be Able To Talk With The Sky?

I Grew Up In This Town, My Poetry Was Born Between The Hill And The River, It Took Its Voice From The Rain, And Like The Timber, It Steeped Itself In The Forests.