My Parasol, This Tree

Under a parasol, my spread out tree

I hid myself.

Hidden from the wind,

Hidden from the fiery sun,

Hidden from the torrential rain,

That big and giant tree.

Turns out several before me

For sure, one or two passers-by.

Two tight names

By an engraved heart

Against the deluge

of I don't know what.

Hands and gloved hands

Expressing gratitude.

Oh! This sweet refuge

Incomparable to nothingness.

Given by the One who planted

I don't know when.