Lets Pluck That Tree Before Time Runs Out Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Lets pluck that tree

That cherry tree

That apple tree

The many aray of branches, the many oportunities

To follow natures rules and obtain the treasure

To abide by her

That branch goes to that fruit, tha one goes to that, that is the best branch it goes to paradise

To aid our dreams light as clouds

Before the party is over

Or cinderela has to go home

The strage music

Lets watch the flowers grow, till they wither

And there is just a rotten mess

Wilst the swalows fly away

The wind blow incesantly

WE are attacked by a revolutionary army

Find consolation in prayer, enough to move ourselves to tears large enough to make a crystal river, image of god

We hide in the forest

Fight the wind struggleing to ring my beloved lost in the dessert on our wedding day

Then relax in the flower beds

The multicoloured flowerbeds