A walk with a wise old man
It was a bright morning unfolding when
An old man with a white mustache and a short beard.
He was seen walking quickly down the long country road
For a startled moment, he was still and speechless;
The panorama below was of absolute scenic beauty.
A gentle wind pushed some wispy clouds across the blue sky.
The scent of the radiant flowers of the morning was
Everywhere present, he inhaled deeply.
He watched the panoramic river that was constantly changing
As he watched, the distant mountain peaks caught the first bright rays of the rising sun.
He was at peace and happy as he whistled and played his harmonica,
His sandals hitting the ground.
The winds flowed through her unkempt shoulder-length white hair,
Strands and curls around her face in the gentle breeze.
He filled his lungs deeply with the avalanche of the landscape;
Wild flowers, mountains, trees … aware of the connection with nature, he felt alive
Suddenly, in the distance, he saw a girl on the road,
He looked sad and was crying loudly.
I could not bear to see this child in such a state,
His heart was deeply moved.
As he approached her, he asked in a soft and gentle voice:
“Girl, why are you crying? It is such a bright and beautiful day.”
The sobbing boy stopped, looked up, and answered;
I lost my puppy, sir, I can’t find him anywhere.
“He was my best friend,” he told her, wiping his eyes.
The old man said, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you find it.”
The girl’s eyes are read. She ran to the old man,
Giving him a big relieved bear hug.
He reached for his little hand and squeezed it tightly.
As they walked, he asked the dog’s name.
“Angel.” the girl said sweetly.
The old man smiled and replied: “What a sweet name,
It has such a splendid sound! ”
They walked and walked while shouting the name “Angel.”
The old man began to say many things about nature.
To the girl, and she was silent in amazement.
His voice now had an oddly calming effect on her.
He paused for a moment to gaze at a large green tree with needles.
He said, “Do you see that tree? Do you know its name?”
The girl replied, “No, I don’t want to.”
“It’s called a pine tree,” said the old man.
I was so fascinated by his words; the missing dog was temporarily forgotten.
The old man went on to describe the tree in detail.
As I looked at him up and down, up and down, down and up …
“Look at this tree”, the old man began, “look how it is so erect, strong and still,
Enjoying the warmth of the sun and waving freely in the air? ”
Watch her pine needles playfully dance and swirl in the wandering breeze.
As its branches swim, sway and scrape the skies? “
“She is enjoying a precious moment of sweet serenity,
Take a step back and watch the scope of its splendor spread out against the sky! ”
The old man described in detail how this tree protects its environment
Against any supposed danger in such a motherly way
As its branches descend, they pamper and caress the ground with love.
Still no response from the lost dog …
They continued walking while the old man spoke
The blooming flowers in all their colorful beauty,
The sweetness of birdsong, humming and chirping
Swallows fluttering at will and, above all,
Nature’s way of dressing up with ease, trying on colorful fall leaves
Like donning a robe to a dance or slipping over the spring sheets like a new bathing suit.
At that moment the girl looked thoughtfully at a tall pine tree,
Carefully considering the old man’s words.
He raised one of its branches and saw his cub sleeping soundly,
She let out a cry … “Angel …” and when the dog woke up he started barking,
Excited, jumping for joy and licking his face.
The girl turned to thank the old man but he had disappeared.