A lonely flower was grown in suburbs.
Great trees surrounded him.
All the stories they told
someday became his life.
When wise wind took the flower
to another worlds
he knew how to behave.
Depending on inside slave
he tried to develope a new way
of being happy friend of those,
who asked questions
in their simple minds.
Now by flying through quiet spaces
he made a hurricane in an ocean.
And this ocean drawn a field
full of huge plants in his incredible past.
6 августа 2016.