Lonely tree

Distant worlds touch with its top the old tree. I would like to climb to him and there, from the highest branch the whole earth to welcome, to shout in full voice: "Hello, Earth! Life, hello! "- from where the sun is big at sunrise and at sunset stops, to look around his long way. There the twilight never comes, the brilliant stars shine there the warm, carefree summer; lightning strikes him and the thunder of thunder rush sky mountains on his mighty shoulders. A shelter for fairy birds, the tree knows how to survive ... And my world has reached the height of the old tree-hero to flow into his world, from my spirit to give him.