Sweet Secret 



I was only five, when I faced one
for the first time of my life. Nothing
but fear was taught to me about
them. They have been the center
of attention for centuries. In our
and in far lands, they have been
feared and revered. Their thin and
languid complexion reaching the
sky. Always with open palms and
letting the offerings of rain water,
sun and air trickle through their
fingers. Early in life hidden inside
of a fortress, to avoid been robed
of his life. At a late age nurturer of
millions. Respected, but mostly 
feared. The secret is there for all
that have the time to search. Inside
of that hardness, that dry exterior
turned dark by the caressing of the
warm sun. Look inside and you will
find a sweet secret.