Between the greens and silence. I was sitting looking at the motioned water drops from the tropical palms leaves, that faced their long going showers of the summer. Between the humid clay and grass my toes were resting, between the smelly woods and Angel's trumpets my head and shoulders were flying, flying between the beautiful scents of the tropical air.

My soul was happy and proud; I was born between the woods. When the sunrise threw its spell and the sunset almost pictured its beginning, a beautiful lady gave birth to an angel, an angel who was born in the hot summer showers. And that angel who knew only innocence was me.