It blooms in eternity,
Sprouts beams of light,
Its beauty is beyond belief,
It's a dream to the mind,
No one would believe in its existence.
I believe in it, purely by faith,
Faith in its splender;
But when my faith fades,
My tree does wilt,
The light fades out,
The grim greyness of its bark,
Is a sad image to the eye.
My faith has been abolished,
By mans so-called soul,
Its blackness rules,
Most of the heart,
What little we have of light,
Is no longer pure, but polluted.
I thought I was good,
But now...
Now my tree,
The one in heaven,
Now it wilts,
For eternity.
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