For the Oak Tree

We eat meat, drink wine, and make noise

The oak tree stands tall, still and motionless

Silent, not too far, not too close

Keeping the right distance from us

A dinner party for the oaks? This is the moment

A touch of the evening sun, a few border clouds

In another life, the oaks will still be oaks

But we will not become some kind of plant

We leave, we disappear, we turn to dust

The oaks are reincarnated into another self

Their green branches and solitude

Never pick up the leaves of humanity

Hidden in the quiet of the forest park at night

Tired of cleaning up the cups and plates of human beings