Far away in the enchanted land,
An exotic and shiny leaved tree stands,
Laden with fruits sweet and sour,
And with blooming,withering,
Innocent flowers,
Time after time,
Again and again,
Like an addicted man,
I reach for its fruits,
And from them,then,
The scene from my past shoots,
Bringing back memories, so vivid and clear,
Reminding of companions, loved and dear,
Leaving me with melancholy longing,
Or with regret my heart throbbing,
Soft rustling, noisy bustling,
Of its shiny leaves,
A web of nostalgia and solitude weaves,
I don't know who planted it there,
Was it god?
Or his angels,So beautiful and fair?
All i know is that,
Deep in my heart,
On soft shifting sands,
An exotic and shiny leaved tree stands,