Have you felt the calm of those trees?

Have you dear,
Felt the calm of those trees,
This time so specific
Whence they all stand quiet
Dropping their winged long leaves
As if they all are having a waking a sleep?
Have you looked at their deep?
Ever, dear?
How in their inside flows the sappy moist river...
How in their rise they always by roots search a shiver...
How in their ascetic stillness they their life eternally trace...
How in their dark light Torquoise greens they Peace embrace...

O have you heard the music of Her?
As me like a morn calm like this distinctly hears...
As me in your crystal deep forever finds
As me more and more for You jots blue on whited lines...

O have not felt yet the potion of blood
How in white just dipped be comes a Holy flood...
O have you not found mirror mine
How our mirrors duo catch spaces and times...
As if we are borne by The Light and Tune so splendid...
As if we are re -writing all workable unworked laid off deeds...
As if this world had never been such a place of joy...
As if me never found such a beauty like you with smiles so coy...
As if only in happy inside one can burst like that...
As if only for you my tyres sometimes run flat...
As if for your pinkish exist drives me more...
As if for you me collects honeycombs pure...

O have you not yet felt the colory calm?
Have you not seen how my poems a flow of You become?