OAK COUNTRY

Your regular, loud streets,

The magical, changing sky that shines upon you.

The trees in the hills,

I see them in the background of this familiar view.

I walk on your paths everyday,

The boring ones,

I can see them clearly even in my dreams.

The same creatures all the way,

but there’s still no soul walking there.

Your strong walls of loveliness,

keeping away all the loneliness.

The streets covered only with a dust of footsteps,

the same ones left there everyday.

I could go anywhere,

there’s not only one place.

I could leave you and not return back.

Maybe that would be a better way,

to try to live with you in peaceful ways.

But how can I, when I still love your awful paths?

When I walk under the buildings and trees are there,

not even a hint of some craziness.

The leaf that is with me there,

could disturb the quiteness.

And still, you never fail to intrique me,

you come with a rain of leafs, the snow and the wind.

When you make me understand,

I’ve already found my favourite place.

People call you the place of oak,

you haven’t got it, just because someone said.

You were born from those forests, but

where are they, when there’s the need to hide myself?

One easy explanation lives with me from the first day.

The day that I came, that’s when you were already raised.

I needed your strong grip,

your warm hug and your loving caress.

But what I got instead, is the sight of you,

when you were ruining my days.

I hate your streets, I don’t like

to be on the same place everyday and still,

you don’t let me get enough of your colourful alleys.

I want to walk underneath

and breathe the gentle breeze they’re giving me,

when the blowing wind is around me.

I keep more feelings for you inside

than a person can feel to another.

I want to be your friend and give you everything you didn’t,

when you had a chance.

I want to let you know,

even if the whole world burnt you in flames,

I woudn’t forget.

And even though your outside look

pushes me back and forth,

in your heart you keep my home,

you were given to me, when I was born

and I will keep a contact with you,

when my story will take another meaning too.

I love you and I hate you.

At the same time, there will be more,

more of us looking for the lost fortune.

And the day will someday come,

it won’t walk us around this time.

One of the things I’m grateful for,

and one of the best teachers I coud’ve ever got.