Last Saturday I had a dream,
I was sailing in a sea, somewhere in the middle of Me,
A very tall, a very old, I saw in the sea….a Tree
A tree full of fruits which nobody ate
Niche to the birds which never came!
Blowing through its dark green leaves the pleasant breeze of the sea
Only asking one question…is this really a tree?
For a tree needs land and a loving hand
To prosper, to flower and to grow
Where in the sea will one find love?
Where there is no man and none will ever come!
Still it stood tall and high
Laughing at the waves passing by.
But to mock at the waves, which can never stay still.
The question was still the same,
Is it really a tree? Or is it something which came to life
Which is deep within Me?