When the birds
take back their language,
and the trees
unloose
their tenderly hands from around you,
when the air doesn’t breathe
and the fish are sad,
when the seas are tearing
and the flowers whisper:
No, you own nothing,
then remember:
Υou’re visitor,
honoring the hospitality.
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