Talking Trees

Somehow the very path I stroll, Still has us both connected, If not for all the leaves too old, I never would detect it... At every glance a tree that's bare, Seems just as ordinary, Until the breeze that shapes the air, Divulges the contrary.... The smell of all the virgin wood, Engulfs me in a womb, Reminding me of what it should, And smells of her perfume... Touching me in such a way, That words cannot explain, Clutching me until I say, Three words before her name... ( I love you ) Tomorrow I will take my walk, Along this path again, And look for you in trees that talk, Until my journey ends ...