The charcoal in the park. Day
few years ago there was a tree in the park of coal. It was very old, thick trunk, twisted, gnarled and cracked. The time and erased the landscape ailments. He was a beloved tree which still flourishes in many minds santuareños.
tree The charcoal is simple, with no attributes to trade, without culture and thus abandoned to their fate. The outlawed ambition of fertile soils and workable. Grow at your own risk rough edges of roads, rivers and streams, in the stubble, when it lit with great difficulty from the cliffs. is tough, likes life, although it looks increasingly less. And it is pleasing to look at tree and helpful as anyone else, not for business, because as any creature can not be thought of as money-but for ants, for hundreds of insects for birds, especially for those who drink their tominejos flowers, ah! to be in the freshness of the foliage, to touch the mystery in its rough bark is beautiful ... And, therefore, that could adorn the halls of heaven , as Walt Whitman sang the modest blackberry.
In honor of that old coal, another was planted in the park. So the young tree thrives well, very healthy and at ease, and has insurance flourished and live many years, is unforgettable as all the trees grow and age with us and witness a sacred right that attends every kind of living and remain in this world.