My dreams are as high as you,
my life as green as the trees you hold.
But suddenly, you lost your way,
just like I lost mine;
because of greedy hands.

Now your colors are brown,
and only green in summer,
corn grows on your slopes,
but the heat is hard to bear.

Do you suffer too?
Some forget true treasures,
when we forget what lasts,
chasing only what fades?