I am a tree because the earth holds me and from my roots I move slowly and calmly, as in the limits of time. Distant in my boundless geometry, so close in the shelter and shadow. I am a tree because I wait for the spring sun and the rain of the warm days; May the mist of autumn envelop me and firm hands undress me. Because I sleep nights and winter nights and dream of flying higher. I am a tree because I keep silent and I listen to the wind with the leaves, and the birds that inhabit me. I am a tree because I wait for you firm and full and, with your eyes, I can cut myself in the blue and touch the clouds.