جذر تكعيبي لشجرة

It was just a small seedling

when he planted it in the early sixties

a seedling wrapped as if it were a bouquet of flowers

And although his friend said that this type does not grow in the mountains

biologically

and it’s the same information he says about all the plants

and he gives examples of the neighbors' shrubs

some of which died near the smallest imported plant

or for other reasons related to air cleanliness

and the rampant asphalt... and futility

Despite all this, he planted it..

ignoring this information

He buried it with his hands, whose veins resemble branches

Perhaps he wasn't entirely sure

that it would grow

But what can one do with a seedling in their hands

So he planted it, his thoughts swaying

between what is uncertain and what is possible

and it’s a systematic doubt that could improve the condition of the trees

that have not yet been convinced of their existence..

Especially since the eucalyptus tree that held on for a while

by the children's playground

suddenly stopped, and its leaves withered one by one

for no certain reason

He planted it, and here it is today, the giant tree

that can be seen from the neighboring streets

its roots extend between the buildings

while its leaves shade

the narrow, abandoned alleys

dancing with the movement of the winds

despite the asphalt siege

Sometimes, his grandson enjoys climbing it

because he knows it well

since he was measured in inches

He knows it, his childhood friend

sings to it:

I am one of your forgotten seedlings

in my grandfather's palm!