You come from ancient times
with a burning desire of the forest
and thirst across the desert.
You were born in barren land,
waterless and treeless,
flowerless and breezeless,
with only a pitiless sun scorching.
With your steel-like arms
you’ve sown seeds in faith.
As your tears were shed,
seedlings have burst out in buds.
You were born in the frowning forest,
perplexed with a dismal silence,
in a suffocated sense of waiting.
Your dreams of colours
are the eggs in the nests.
When the right time comes,
hatched are the little birds
whose songs fill the forest.
You are the Goddess of Freedom
from the paradise of the fallen world,
through the ruins of years,
threading your course to the ocean,
You meet arrows from Aboro
and, forming vapour upward,
in blue sky roll black clouds.
With flashes of lightning
and thunder growling,
everything freshens
in your stormy baptism.
