I made this world
A world for you
A place filled with love
A place only we knew
And in this world
That you inspire
On top a hill,
The tree of desires
This tree of desires
Grants the wishes of the pure
Protects the innocent
Provides every cure
I asked the tree
To fulfill my dreams
Of life and love
And all in between
The tree spoke in a deep voice
And told me this:
'I cannot grant you what you have,
I cannot grant you bliss'
I did not know what he meant
His message I did not see
I pondered his words a top the hill
In the land for you and me
'The land for you and me'
In my mind these words flew
I understand the me
But what about the you?
It was you
Whom I made this world for
I thought I had nothing
I thought I needed more
But I have all I need
I know it's true
I have my everything
It's always been you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Genesis 2: 9,16-17 'And the LORD God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.' 'And the LORD God commanded the man, 'You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat of it you will surely die.' ' and we always want what we can't have, don't we?