Why Do Trees Conceal The Splendor Of

For Now I Ask No More Than The Justice Of Eating.

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.

On Our Earth, Before Writing Was Invented, Before The Printing Press Was Invented, Poetry Flourished. That Is Why We Know That Poetry Is Like Bread; It Should Be Shared By All, By Scholars And By Peasants, By All Our Vast, Incredible, Extraordinary Family Of Humanity.

Love Is Short, But Forgetting Is Long.

Without Doubt I Praise The Wild Excellence.