This poetry is dedicated to @d-pend lover of the natural and the best poet that known.
The forest keeps its astonishment before tremendous beauty, and the sun, kissing the waters listens to its purity.
The butterfly flutters on the perfumed flower giving her finery as a heart to her beloved.
And the soft and fresh breeze, mistress of these places, envelops with its sighs the bends of these parts.
The trills are already gigantic, the sounds reappear, and the noises echo this enormous green life.
The perfection in its forms is intact and solemn, the animal there does not kill, it only conserves its species.
They respect the other's nest, no one will try to steal it, everyone has their house, and it belongs to the owner ... or belongs to nobody.
The drug does not know her, nor envy and powers, each one only deals with what their duties are.
And still despise our mother nature? We believe we are important, and we are poor creatures!
Today we do not respect anyone, we surrender to pleasures, anyone is a gentleman if he has money and powers.
They kill you brutally because you looked twisted, they take away your illusions, dreams, and lived things.
And they say that this is living, that it is life, modern, I believe, sincerely, that it is living in hell.
Strange sweet words, the walk through the town, the door of an open house without a lock or jailer.
It is my dream to trust and think: there is no suffering! but those who govern are not moved by the feeling.
I do not want to wake up and keep living this. I just want to live in an honest world once.
And let the forest not be amazed by tremendous beauty, and the sun, kissing the waters, listen to its purity.