Green plants thrive on hills, flourishing.
Their presence is strong; they don‘t need another time to be observed.
They just started to live, changing their tonalities in the long shadows of the self-mirrored sun.
As humans, they come and go in life cycles.
Likewise, we perceive the changes on our skin, feel submerged in wild meadows,
caress fields with our feet.
There is an electric shiver crossing our bodies; treelike, we stare to the sky,
figuring out hidden messages in the figure dances performed by clouds.





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