Tree of life , my youth's delight
My summer sun , my mind's light
Sea of joy , to search , to find

I seek the high , i'm ready day and night
For my tree i say , come come the time is right

Acts of bliss few could comprehend
My tree got old , doomed and banned
None but my old friends are natives of my land

My tree with it's limitless boundary ain't now but an old memory
I still remember the honey , how i inhaled its fragrancy

My tree you are there , yet am i not whom you seek?
What linked us once together is now gone with the wind

The sad cry of truth wich the hand is shy and seared
All that i am left with is a dry touch to feel you in my dreams


Words Of Harfouchism