My little nature

I was walking to the park

where the pine trees trunks

are solid and rough

and the maples'

are playing silently with green

and grey

on the hidden hill

between oaks and little yellow flowers

my eyes are looking for

for the jumping rabitts

living happily with gays

that appear between the trees

after celebrating their passion

I continue to the quiet fountain

here like in a zen garden

the drops are making little sounds

calming my soul

I slowly left aside my armour

the city noise is far away

my windows are getting widely opened

just breath with all of these

me, the birds and the trees