You

You speak the language of the trees

and branches of the lungs you breathe.

You feel rocks with your heart

and you know the best

how to reach thier peaks.

You have no fears,

and all their paths

you overcome in peace.

You know the best

how to look at waves

and to surf

until the sky is

what you reach.

This poem is about: 
Me

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