It has arrived and must walk…

its steps are embedded, leaving footprints,

while time passes almost imperceptibly.

Its vague goal is to reach the height of the river,

while its twisted roots define the bark of its trunk;

it exists without full awareness of its permanence,

its mechanism works after walking.

Its body perceives it through its senses

but the truth of its walk is defined by its soul,

as an aura that drives its body,

tracing more paths to travel and transit like the wind.