The Tall Tree

And what of winds, that change directions! Let them attack, my roots are deep in the earth, my branches are spread all over the garden. I'm looking in the eyes of the sun. Go on burning, change the weathers, change the climate, kill my leaves, kill my flowers, kill my fruits, your sword of summer, I have broken, see my shadow is still there, send the rains, with lightning and thunder, see my cover is still there, attack with autumn, see the bed of leaves is still there, why don't you see? The couple of twittering birds, is busy in collecting my dry leaves, they shall get it repaired, and renovate it, before you attack with a deadly winter, it's their nest, and when the she bird lays her eggs, you shall see incubating in turns, and when you surrender and put your arms, my branches will wear new green dresses, and you will see lovely pink flowers, and among the flowers, two pretty young ones, learning art of flying, and singing a new song of love, in exciting winds of the sexy springs.