Another plant uprooted...in a new forest
containing Rivers Of Hope-untamed paradise.
Welcome to 'my forest', the grey cloud is
coming soon, showering its rain making you
wrap your petals into a cacoon.
The butterfly is not born-sun letting rain disappear.
Home evaporated by your choice-
turned them into tears, the apple of the
garden-once swallowed increases
fears, shelter your roots, leaves-Love will
be right here,
wash your mind in the rivers, let vision become unclear.
Happiness will slowly defeat fate,
once losing the plant you loved to hate....Leaving you
harmless in a cradle, innocently as the Baby
born in the stable.
Living on earth with sin, a world of changes-turn the
tables.
Love, Freedom, & Hope will be given to you at the very end.
For you I promise Yellow flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem