Just let my flowers bloom
and if this season I will hang with just a few fruits
it does not matter.
Trust, how I long my own sweetness
Trust, I am no other tree
Trust, there is nothing to compare
Trust, my existence is as raw as a first breath
It is miraculous:
like the smile that explodes on your face just for me
like the fun night that I do not expect
like the conversation that found the right moment
like the sound of fresh water going down my throat
Do I appreciate how
I am generous?
I make my fruits
And when they are mature,
They’ll fall on our ground
