A Tribute To The Tree

In my lungs lives a tree.

It’s my home and my stop,

always breathing in me.

9 generations of fortunate loves,

trees of colored beliefs,

trees of tireless talks.

In my lungs lives a tree.

Its leaves are floating like angels,

and its branches are deep like the sea.

Dear Tree, dear Tree….

I’m growing so strong.

Thank you for ever believing in me.

Svetlina