Why Do The Trees Dance? Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

I don't know why the breeze runs so fast
nor because the dance of the trees jumps
from shadow to shadow,
the green leaves clap loudly,
when the dry leaves fall in rejoicing;
the sound of nature whistles notes of
happiness in my ears,
my mind opens and calm abounds in me
as a concert of harmony that meditates in my body.

I smile like a boy with a happy childhood and I enjoy like
young man dancing salsa;
I'm as cool as pine forest when I come down
the shadow of its branches rest;
its foliage paints the fashion of the moment like birds in
mystical song turned into a hymn to life and love.

I am a ghost in the lie of its existence,
but looking at the trees that dance with
the shadow of his nature,
I know you are there;
you extend your hand and I feel your warmth;
I close my eyes,
I am thankful for your generosity,
the atmosphere rejoices in your presence and
like a whisper of clouds I hear your name.
I look at the mall and suddenly you are there,
in body and soul;
you are the blood that runs through my veins like him
life-giving new oxygen.

I feel like the future tortures me and the past
it chains me.

There it is,
why the present that wanders in me escapes me;
and in the dwelling where the birds sing,
the rivers run and play at dawn,
there I feel your lullaby and presence.

I don't understand why the trees dance
nor because the cold of its shadow accompanies them;
I only know that the vain and bitter man,
with unconsciousness and ignorance he cuts them down for
simple ambition regardless of the caress of a smile,
of a gentle dance full of love,
pure life and absolute peace.

The strong wind sweeps everything
like poetry that clears bad thoughts,
regardless of the consequences;
silence cancels all sensation and death wish,
where life conspires against you,
or in your favor;
confusion and tiredness become strength
what do you occupy to live;
the impossible becomes possible;
the incredible in credible,
because faith moves mountains;
and what is not seen with the naked eye,
it is noted,
lovingly,
from four walls when meditating and opening your mind.

There, at that moment,
from the window of my eyes I understood why
the trees dance in the magic of your creation;
that humble and enchanted feeling like moon
that illuminated the dark passages of my life,
when I thought I lost it like the water that
slips through my fingers.

For that freedom that we share,
the diversity,
life itself,
that happiness mutates from everything that surrounds us,
today I want to dance the mystical dance of the trees,
and with its shadow that appears and disappears to the lukewarm,
or to the cold pass of dawn.

I want to thank you;
I'm not afraid anymore,
I understood the meaning and purpose of the dance of the trees;
they respect the fine balance between life and death,
they share everything,
the good and the bad in madness and in the carnival of dreams,
in the everyday melody of life.

John Bisner Ureña
Writer - Poet and builder of dreams.
'Believe in yourself, do not limit yourself, or condition yourself.'
'Together building dreams of life.'