The winter froze my land with ease,
Encompassing loneliness,
The memory of fallen leaves
Made me feel weak and songless.

It wasn’t always as it is,
This was a pond of wildness,
Atlantis swallowed in the seas
When Men brought in their madness.

The forest was heaven to me
And my ancestral dwelling,
I was too small for them to see,
Now, I’m the last one standing.

I almost hate my chthonian chains
That bind my to the wild,
Untouched, only the faith remains:
The Sun will bathe its child.

Through winter’s freezing crassitude
And desolating trenches,
Its light will warm my solitude
And my cold-blooded branches.

No wolves to howl, no birds to sing,
But Nature kept its oath,
The hope of life that spring will bring
And of the green regrowth.