Knock knock
Knock knock in the morning
it was late and you told me
to get up
I refused strongly.
Still in bed, you came hugged me,
opened the window and calmly
the sun
so bright convinced me.
Smiles collide
and we say hi.
While I drink all my coffee
I invite to join me
to imagine where
we'd be in springtime.
Frankly we want to be somewhere else
with leaves, where the forest
thrive for the best.
Where stars build some shapes
and freshwater runs
and fishes caress their own happiness.
That place where you can get
lost in the mountain
while I feel the fountain
of life in the shades.
