Written by María Juliana Ramírez Cabal
The wind, a composer of symphonies
And Trees, pale actors in a drifting scene
Freedom followed me, an epiphany
My companion, wise-not, chasing lost dreams
We laughed at fear, no Tartarus in sight
Earth’s solid embrace, providing a hand
Oh right is the night, no light-damaged flight
There was no given, no lover so grand
A breath-taking view, the empire of lights
A safe haven, a cloak to all the land
But even trees must wither, fade, and die
Hide from the ugly truth and never fly
Tearing down my shelter, innate neglect
I come back to the world, full of regret
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