Have you ever heard
witty cranes screams,
their farewell
songs singing
among the lilac skies?
Have you ever heard
poplar snowflakes whispers,
their fluffy
dresses rustling
among the windy streets?
Have you ever heard
tiny ants tramples,
their harsh
strained breathing
among the lonely forest paths?
What if
somewhere
somebody
is making an effort
to hear our tramples too?