Copper Colored Water
Opening your eyes, flowers in the shrub
Are snow in a dark green sky.
You are filled with the copper colored water
Following the creek like the keys of an oboe
(from the reed to the bell).
You become one with the smell
(Wood and grass, undisguised and undistinguished)
And with the mimics
Of 16000 boughs
Meeting the wind
In a joyful copulation.
I wont be able to bath
In this river tomorrow
To pass this river is to die
And to be born, for this river is life
As much as life is life itself.
The forest sees death and sees birth
And sees even beyond.