After giving so much to man
Wheat in abundance, bread of the day
Straw bales, winter layer
The earth dries up in the sun
She cracks and hardens
Dead skin, pebbles playground
Of those who trace paths
Flute of stubble memories of life
The furrows traced by man undulate the landscape
They call the water to come and regenerate its pores
The grains of earth draw a new shore
A virgin beach ready to be seeded
Cycle renewal
Earth Gifts
Image of our course
Open the door to the great leaching
Let the bodies rest
Trust the alchemy of the rising
who is not vain
give time to time
A song will come
First there will be whispers of children
Growing with the wind
It will become a river then a torrent
The tumult of a life that is coming
Even more beautiful than before.
Jean Christophe
October 10