In awe I see his branches spread
across the meadow, across the path,
his apples green, they're falling onto the grass.
My mind was still involved, in how to ask
someone like him - or is it her? - and how to start,
when my body already came to a halt.
'Just a second, please', I asked,
'are you willing to spend a moment with a talk?'
The appletree was bustling in the wind
thus reminding of a little kid.
'Sorry, didn't want to bother you,
will maybe come tomorrow back to you.'
A little laughter in the air,
a twig tickling in my hair:
'For rushing there is no time with me,
if you want to be my friend, be still, sit down and breathe!'