Baobab tree

Long sigh , as i sit here,
beneath the baobab tree.
Straightening myself, as high as it lives.
within the drought and the scarce,

The greens and abundance,
there, it has always been.

As the echoes from my nerves diffuses, 

Withdstanding the storm and the fog,

snow and the scorching sun,

the tree stands robust,

Preparing to hand the fruits over.

Preparing for even the worser,

The tree stands taller.

Welcoming the hurricane,

scariest of all the deadliest,

That just casted off my chest.

And,

And, as my eyes rest,
soaking up hundreds of galoons,
the tree stands lifeless,
waiting to bloom. 
whitest of all the flowers,
giving a whiff of my essence
that just lauched.