Numbers

When merry leaves leave sad trees, the ground is covered with essence and the air is filled with perfume, oxygen runs in and out, while serving a caress on lungs and nostrils, in and out, the body performs its scent and touch, when spring’s full, the birds sing loud a beautiful song, while my ears become cleaner and softer, waiting for the dark to fall, one merges all our goals and fears towards ourselves, we are here, we exist, we fall and climb, feeling whole with all things, one finds a sum and not a number, so as strange as it might seems, a being does make a difference, since it isn’t a number, but several merged numbers that run amok in the same brain, creating his essence, forming oneness.