Dancing Leaves under the weight of water Dreaming Man hoping for a better future His feet sinking into the mud And washed away by the smell of the rain Thanks to this hail The forest is living It speaks, it cries and it grows He knows that it will be the last one The last torrent from the sky He always had unrequited love But never with nature Grow, forest, grow! The sky is darkening Birds and terrestrial creatures are silent He enjoys his last seconds And finally closes his eyes Like a tear flowing down a face the drop falls from the dark clouds Carried by the wind before crushing after its fellows