Meditation

At the foot of the secular tree he meditates, 

Draped with silence under the gloomy tree, 

Trying to find life's bland, 

Thinking of humanity that falling apart, expand. 

Only in this immenseness that looks grey. 

In his soul, sad ideas are emerging, 

Despite a myriad of bruises

An aura of tranquility nimble nature. 

Human seems to have lost the taste of love, 

Trunk and branches carry a heavy burden. 

Their torment necrosis the sore body, 

Image of the change of life. 

Leaves are pushing strident screams at the sky

For the sun to stinger honey rays. 

The fragile roots wobble on their basis, 

They fear that the chaos the earth will burn in ashes. 

May his prayers bloom the rosemary, 

Instill an elixir of kindness in hearts. 

That these words of tenderness would have satin, 

Relax on our planet happiness

In the shade of a stunted and ageless trees

A dress of softness irises the clouds.