If I were to live again, I want to be a tree.

If I were to live again, I want to resurrect as a tree.
To be a seed buried in the ground and then, one day,
grow and see the sun and a beautiful blue sky.

If I were to live again, I would love to be a tree.
To grow my roots into the ground, like I caress
the hair of my lover with my fingers.

If I were to live again, I want to be a tree.

To grow my branches to the sun and to hug
the air with them while it whispers me stories
of loves from distant lands and their habitants.

If I were to live again, I want to be a tree.

To be the home of thousands birds.
To feed them my poems, my fruits
and my love with only condition
that they have to sing me their songs
and build their houses on my arms.