Pine Forest

Let us go now into the forest.
Trees will pass by your face,
and I will stop and offer you to them,
but they cannot bend down.
The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would pass from arm to arm,
a child running
from father to father.

by Gabriela Mistral

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That description is awesome and the imagery too. Nice poem.
This poem of Gabriela Mistral is truly heartwarming👍👍👍
It's a pleasure reading this lovely poem which creates a fascinating landscape. But I could not understand the metaphor 'a child running.... from father to father'. Thanks.
'a child running from father to father. ' so nice. Great poetry.
what a beautiful walk in the forest! i shall remember it the next time i walk through the trees
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