To my fellow travellers,
These humble words I wish to write,
With the hope to build new characters,
For a beautiful sunrise after the night.
As the skies above the ground
Have started to look dark,
Some run around,
Others ignore the fact.
Puzzled like a dog
That can’t stop to bark,
You haven’t yet found
What is the right track.
Here I am then,
To openly talk to you,
As if nothing happened
And the sky was still light blue.
Not words to blame you,
But rather to firmly remind
That, far from any glamorous trend,
Transformation is the only chance you stand.
I still remember your generous soul,
And how it became a ghost,
As soon as you began asking yourself:
Who will be my next host?
This made me sad
And left alone,
As if I was not good enough
For you to call me home.
But you see, dear human kind,
If a solution you truly want to find,
New colours on the canvas,
And a brush to paint a different mind.
To make things clear,
I don’t strive to be adored,
What matters to me
Is to be respected and restored.
Of course, I will not lie here,
And tell you the truth,
It makes me buzzing when you find
Peace and beauty in my eternal youth.
But, if so it really is,
Why put a price on me?
As which number would you choose
for the air, the fire and the sea?
If cost-benefit analysis,
Just becomes another of your bets,
How much would you pay
For the most beautiful of all sunsets?
And, allow me one last request,
To save you from the greatest of mistakes,
That is to see me as a your limit,
And yourself as my guest.
Recognize the abundance that we hold,
The glorious horizon in front of us,
If you destroy fictitious barriers,
And start to act rather than discuss.
As written down, on Nature’s words, by Emanuele Di Francesco