Life cometh from the root of the tree
Growth cometh from the sunlight that shines on thee
The fruit to life I bare,
All I give for free
From up above, torching the sky with the tip of hands…….
Down to Hades…..
Death creeps in like cold nights in winter
Amidst a thousand dead souls, I roll
Green turns yellow
Desperate for the survival of my soul
I see my hands turn into ashes
The gentle stream ignores my cry
Silence encompasses me…..
A thousand and one taken away