When he arrived to our garden
spring came along with him.

He spoke to us about the barbarians
Who burned the books of the trees.

We weren’t aware about the books then
as no one had ever taught us.

Only when we wrote the first symbols
did we understand how valuable they were.

At that point of time we’ve lived
through the most difficulties of our lives.

As we became aware about the catastrophes
which erased out the colours as well.

And he told us that each one of us
was responsible for their own colour.

It shouldn’t be lost
and so we did hide it in our petals.

So when the barbarians arrived
we were all ready to resist.

They were trying to cut us up
and to set our leaves on fire.

And all of us together in our loneliness
didn’t kneel not even for a moment.

We had our light within us
and that gave us courage.

We might have been small
but no one left anyone behind.

We gave the battle of our lives
so that the colours may live on.

And with those we wrote the history
of freedom which didn’t die.

Because the light had us all
Within its enormous heart.