A golden tree looks down at me,
with radiant red delicious eyes.
It grows with love and life anew,
yet no one goes there,
I wonder, don’t you?
This golden tree is set in green,
where gardens are a paradise.
It shares a strength and sings to you,
yet no one goes there,
I wonder, don’t you?
One day a sword of flame appeared,
to guard the tree from man.
For they were told to stay away,
yet now they seek it,
I wonder why, don’t you?
by L. M. Montes