Did you really exist? You are like that tree I’ve shaken with all my angst, and then I remembered it was a dream. For once I felt something intense took place in this dull sequence of days, something solid changed angle, moved from its nest by a force outside its self. There was no fear, no hesitation but a relentless endeavour. A fire like no other, And it was done. With the leaves swaying through each other with excitement. Some landing fiercely on my face, other disappearing for ever in foreign autumn lands. It wasn’t easy, awakening a tree. It was passionate and difficult, even for a dream. even for a side of life that does not involve reality. With which you integrate dull day by dull day. Until the transition. Until you become that tree I’ve shaken with all my angst and then I will remember, it was a dream.