The translation is perfectible...
I am not sure if I am in the topic of the week...
" Once the trees had eyes,
I can swear,
I know for sure
I could see when I was a tree,
I remember I was amazed at the birds' odd wings
Passing in front of me,
But if the birds guessed
My eyes,
I do not remember that.
In vain I am looking for the trees' eyes now,
I may not see them
As I am not a tree anymore,
Or they may have climbed down the roots
Into the ground,
Or maybe,
Who knows,
It was only an illusion
And the trees were blind from the very beginning...
But why then
Whenever I pass close to them
I can feel them
Watching me
In a familiar way,
Why, when rustling and blinking
From their thousands of eyelids,
I feel like shouting -
What have you seen?... "