Trees on the Coast

  

Orange kilometers

and your legs without pause

ready to think 

on the intensity 

of these forests filled with islands

and soft fjords abundant with their leaves.

Between its wood you rest each night

dreaming of this perpetual sun

and the subtle beauty

of a country without boasts of grandeur. 

You walk on this overflowing silence

of accompanied solitude

and the green of your liberated eyes 

weaving with the infinity

of each twisted branch.