Mother...I will be you, thousand years later.

[alerisana]

My mother is the sea...

I'm made of water, sand and coral. Through my veins, the sap runs...

My eyes are the quetzal, my ears seem orchids and my hands, real moonlight.

I will not lie and remain under moist soil...In my dying days, I will burn and reborn into a fireblood Cockspur coral Tree...

Comments

[kokiden]

What a beautiful poem!

[alerisana]

Oh thank you dear. I'm so glad you've liked it. I got inspiration from the guaraní southamerican tribe (located in the north of Argentina, right in the border with Brazil and Uruguay) legend about the origin of Cockspur Coral Tree. Here you can read sth about it at the end of the web: http://english130group1.weebly.com/cockspur-coral-tree.html

[kokiden]

Oh my gosh...no wonder you love Yoshida...you take advantage of such rich resources for your own work! <3