It's just a tree .... 100 cubes of top :D

... Before entering wood,
The rain knocks in sheets
Which are for her the threshold
Of a solitude without weight.

She crossed all the space
To come without haste to pour
In dark paths
Where nothing has to mark his(her) passage.

A sunbeam is nevertheless enough
So that bursts his presence,
So that one moment the forest thinks
he windows of which she amazes him

A sunset has to appear
Of this fire of water
Where the earth(ground) gets clearer of what she has of more beautiful
Parce