planta nubo"It was our darkest hour. The warnings, the desperate cries Nobody wanted to hear them. Until it was almost too late. When almost only burned soil was left. We were not saved by ourselves. It was the trees. As if they knew what the hour has struck. They showed us what mattered. But we understood and embraced them. Now we know what to do and help. As good as we can. With those few technologies that we have left. With new natural technologies that we