You admire my colors and flowers fragrance
Not knowing how I became the tallest of trees.
Taller than hills, wedging with winds and rains that fall
Even the breeze whirl with such joy touching my stem.

You admire my sugary fruits and riches it has
Not knowing how I transformed from poor, sour bitters…
And decayed leafs, by her manure and appeased soil
Well, I was dead until she shun sunshine on me.

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