When I touch you
I am a leafy
Exuberant
Strong
Tree
Projecting shades
With their branches
To the west and the east.
Expanding me I go
Until the sky
-I almost reach the zenith-
My roots deepens
The spheres of my floor
-I’m melting me with the nadir-
And I produce mature fruits
Of one of ten of hundred
They exceed me of ten thousand.
As sail of green mill,
Hand fan that the lethargy reduces,
Of my branches
The victory is crowned.
I am the sure room
Of the happiness
And their flock.
But when you touch me
I become powdered sawdust,
Dispelled my chlorophyll
Of insects became I a feast.
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