The acacia blooms proudly
It puts the surrounding trees
ashamed
that exhale odorless oxygen
It seeks alabaster vessels
for the scents that stand out
on the shores of sorrow and remorse
for the joy of honey from the flower\'s cup
The acacia blooms proudly with whiteness
under the clouds of incessant threats
It stands out its sweetness in the worker bee,
the bee in the hive, in the wax of promises,
to swell and ripen
for the serenity of compassion and for a cure
for the suffering