THE IMPORTING BOUGH

A bough is pure physics,
like a daughter of the trunk, it inherits the arms of the seed
Forming a hand that rises to the sky.

It needs many years before it becomes a pillar,
and is responsible and organizer of the flows
That come direct from the roots,
divides the sap of the mother,
from home it reaches far, very far
all the way to the leaves.

Forever bound to the heart of the plant
it carries words that smell of the earth,
it has that rough skin,
thick bark inherited from the trunk.

A strong organizer of events
a source that flows into the branches of the world.

The boughs go hand in hand with the bearers
creating a unique and clear relationship,
spoken by the star language of the great.

There are fruits like coffee that manage to reach the ends of the earth.
We are, perhaps we will be, one of them.

This page is a crossroads of destiny,
dedicated to those who can read our subtle words
to those who discovered with amazement
where the plant has its heart.