You didn't listen to the beating of a tree's heart,
couched against the trunk gazing upwards,
you didn't see the leaves moving
with the throb of a heart,
you didn't feel the shudder
of the swaying branches above your body,
you didn't listen to the heart of the pines
when the wind moves them and those leaves
that are like green fragrant pins
fall, and when the clouds pass,
you didn't see that the world was turning,
the entire world, and you didn't feel
that the sky was drawing near,
was entering inside the pines,
and that you were disappearing, penetrating with it
inside the pines, becoming in that sky another tree.