The golden precious tree,
stands mighty and free,
Yet its leaves turn to dust,
It begins to rust.
the ruby flowers wilt,
and the diamond fruits
rot and fall in red hell,
Not in the great dell.
However the rare tree,
shines and glows with glee,
It spreads its courage leaves,
and hate it bereaves.
The flowers with hope bloom,
and end Earth's gloom.
The fruits bear complete bliss,
Sweet as a first kiss.
The golden precious tree,
Will never be free,
While the rare tender tree,
Provides you with glee.
A/N: tell me what you think... and if you can interpret it, please do tell me in the comments...
