ST there are many places that I've never visited and that sooner or later I'll see.
but I have a deep love for my homeland.
see fields of vines, this plant in late summer gives us the precious nectar.
see wheat, maize see, I see fields of grass happy to be where I am, that demand nothing if not a bit of attention.
see the farmer, who works in the summer sun and the rhythm of the bells, see the "wicked" Raven Stealing the seeds just scattered
the hare running in aid to small and the old woman who lovingly takes care of the house .
the dog and the cat who sometimes fight but eventually realized that it's worth it.
feel the quiet of a friendly place, I see the flowers bloom and how children are born,
geese who call their friends in the river because they found a stream of fresh water.
but since the season is not always gold I see the old trees, flowers falling
, the lethargy he calls.
but are anything but sad because you know, good things have a beginning and an end also.
but if the end is a rebirth, where life unfolds then again, we are with nature we will be a unique thing, as
roots clinging to the earth.
