不再有另一片林地诗歌

poem by xiaoyu wu

in a world of silence,
the trees whispered together,
their leaves spread so wide,
and their colors so bright and clear.

the wind still blows through the window,
but your face is too small to see it.
your hands are so long that they stretch
across the sky where no one can hear.

you feel the earth beneath you,
like a heavy hand pressing against the sky.
but i am here, and we are not gone.
we have moved on,
and i am here again,
with my eyes wide open,
hugging the night.

those who live in this world,
they find solace in us.
when you laugh, when you sing,
you make them laugh too.

the trees whisper to each other,
a symphony of silence that no one can break.

this moment is fleeting,
but it's special because we are here together.

some people move away,
some stay,
and some feel a strange sense of timelessness.

the wind carries us back and forth,
but in the end, we find our place.

the trees stand tall,
their roots deep,
and they whisper their names,
without asking for anything.

they listen to each other,
like two people on opposite sides of the world,
but with the same purpose.

this is why i am here,
because it means there is still life in this land.

the night is bright and cold,
but you can still hear the whispers from the trees.

they sing your name, they say your prayer,
and even though you are far apart now,
there is a love that holds us all together.

this moment, this silence,
is mine,
and it will always be mine.