The tree was rooted
like any other tree
with its treetop blooming
like no other tree.

It was couregesly
just being a tree
as if
the sun was its father
and the moon its mother.

The branches was waving
and it seemed like everything it needed
was water and air.

But as a light breeze
touched it
with its wings of fortune
it wispered;

«Of everything I need
there is water and air
but first
there is you and me.»