The forest

 They stayed in memory, those pine trees.

Toweringly, they hid the sun and safely surrounded our souls.

We were children then.

With the rustling of the leaves, we were enchanted

and we were looking for the Dryads among their shadows.

 

I was smelling the pine trees.

I was smelling the scent of the forest.

I was smelling the mystery.

and the primordial feeling of existence

that started from the earth and ascended to infinity.

 

With our children’s hands

we removed the pine needles,

we were cleaning the place we made our home,

we were cleaning up the concerns that were hiding

in our child’s soul.

 

And then all the nymphs came,

Dryads, Naiads, Oreads*

they danced, their veils waved white,

whispered stories and fairy tales.

The forest was becoming enchanted.

 

It had no boundaries, no borders.

It spread to the universe.

It was big, it was huge.

It filled my child’s heart.

I was not thirsty anymore.

 

I remember the forest.

It taught me to aim high.

Looking at infinity;

Do not compromise;

Dreaming.

 

There, under the pulsating shadows of the trees

we found the meaning and happiness of existence.

 

*Nymphs of forests and nature in general, in ancient Greek mythology. Dryads were the nymphs of the trees, Naiads were the nymphs of rivers, springs, and waters in general, and Oreads were the nymphs of the mountains.

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