From
seed to spray,
I
danced and swayed,
All
was happy and gay, until
to
a demon I fell prey,
who
slayed until all green turned gray;
But
he shall pay for his greed one day.
Gone
are the days,
of
sleeping at my base, worshipping me with grace,
Swinging
from my branches, was a craze;
The
love we shared was never dared,
But
the deed that followed,
can
never be swallowed,
And
that indeed is the sorrow.
All
I need is a little love, a little care;
From
the heart of the barren land, I shall sprout,
To
share and clean the smoky air;
Fresh
to breathe…, with fruits, I shall treat;
Apples
for heath, droplets of wealth,
Colors…
your heart shall melt,
Help
me, for I am bare, wounded and enslaved…