Things cannot go on as they have
This pain needs to be felt

Old orders must die 
to make way for the new
Flowers must lose their heads 
to bloom again
Leaves have to crumple 
and fall to the ground
to give life to
spectacular and minuscule 
creatures, evolutions
happening underground

Beneath the snow 
everything seems dead 
but it is simply 
moving slowly

Nothing dies
It is waiting for us 
to see how it all fits together
How the amber sun
that presses into my skin
is the same light 
that touches you
No separation 
We are all 
creatures of the sun

Crystal by 
miraculous crystal
the snow will melt
and a new landscape —
wet and ragged —
will reveal itself
asking for another chance