Wandering through this forsaken land
That I used to call my paradise
Has been reduced to all but sand
And air as cold as ice
I lived here amoung trees of green
And flowers blooming rampant
I was their benevolent queen
Protecting them from torment
But that all changed one fateful day
As a tree blossomed an bloomed
And a fruit appeared as red as blood
bringing certain doom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem