I already existed before you knew me. And I was happy and sad and loved and stripped away many times before you.
It is not a specific
and unique one
my illusion presents itself
In different faces
my ideal is changing
but the forms remain
the weeping willow, and I the rain
are not forever bound to one form
but they shift
the symbol appears regardless of who
The earth will always be
the rain as well
the trees grow and change
the hierogamy repeats itself.
You were the first person I told that I speak with trees,
the first person I explained how is possible to soar like an eagle over a house to protect it with our own aura
you were the first person I gave a little envelope with letters inside describing how I am rain in the skies,
the first person my inner child trusted as their best friend,
the first person who witnessed me performing rituals beneath endless waterfalls,
the first person with whom I built nests on every mountain.
My love is moss greenIt has hands as warm as the earth
and every time it touches me, I come back to life
for me... who is rain in the clouds,
it's like a tree
that reaches towards the sky
while thousands of leafy twigs
fall, forming its weeping willow hair
its royalty is so innate
that it says everything in the silence
it speaks with lion eyes
with feline certainty
my love is moss green
because it was born from a seed
in the warmth of its heart
a fire arises that runs through
one by one
its divine veins
It is moss green
and equally velvety is its voice
for me... who is rain in the clouds,
it's like a lullaby
that entices me to fall upon its earth
and become one with it.
