Spying on all the fear

Spying on all the fear



Behind the windows
the trees sway calmly x2
like seaweeds
under sleeping waters,
and the greenness going to and fro
calms me down
and gives me hope.

Their coloured leaves
fan the air slowly
and their sound
silences the mixed noises
that the overwhelmed city
certainly
sends forth.

The large and simple room
gives me shelter,
protecting with its serene whiteness
the repose of my ill body,
and t time that goes by
peeks through the branches
spying on all the fear
that my gaze has.