The Forest of Tomorrow

The rain that is always beautiful on leafless ground became a flood, became a bloody torrent. The roots hidden beneath the soil have taken the hands of the soil in their hands, the hands of the soil, each other’s hands, and the fruitful earth. Come again: little squirrels! little hoopoes! Come again! A forest with these roots will surely grow green. A forest with these roots, so deep, kind and steadfast and in love, like this it calls you, little squirrel! This forest will be your safe nest. This forest calls the scattered little hoopoes. A forest with these roots, so deep, so joined to the body of the soil, drives the devil away, calls the fairies. From now on you will see, behind the tall oaks and walnut trees, the dance of the forest fairies: without the devil’s presence, lay your head on my breast, O wounded sapling! Weep on my breast, weep, but stay! My kisses cover your wounds. My kisses, my tears embrace you. Stay! The new forest of tomorrow is coming. The scent of oak and walnut is mingled with the sunrise. The green forest full of leaves is coming from the heart of this root: young loving hearts, hand in hand, strong, very strong. From now on: without the devil’s presence...