Thy leaves are like feathers
Of a heavenly Quetzalcoatl
And thy trunk giveth wood.
Thy fruits giveth sustenance,
Yet thou art never rude.
Thy roots go far beneath the ground,
Thy flowers lighting up the world.
Light, air, water, ground–
Thy presence is all around.
Thy branches spread out wide
Giving shade without taking pride.
Thou bark nests twin sparrows,
Which, in the evening, head back home
From within the forest they roamed all day.
Thou art Gods
Roaming the same earth as a lucky race.
If only thou had legs to walk!
Then the world would be a better place.