My eyes are caught in a wilderness of faith. <br />The stones are nowhere to be found. <br />In this place, <br />there is a division in the ground. <br />The rocks give the roots of sat-flowers <br />in a beautiful place of hope. <br /> <br />The saffron flowers, shines with the stone <br />while insects eats of their roots. <br />The broken rocks speak to the pink forest <br />as the white flowers feed the purple <br />walls of the mountains. <br /> <br />The crocus, dances to the song of the breeze <br />and the fresh air from the forest dim <br />kills the expiring days <br />and butterflies walk on the lemon-grass. <br /> <br />A lioness roar to the rings of light in this <br />Planet of girls. <br />It is so pretty as a paradise. <br />But non can live there. <br />We have the snows turning white <br />and the milky street running with strawberry juice <br />from the green field of Canaan. <br /> <br />It is beautiful, it is wonderful <br />but Ruth can't live there. <br />I've seen Eden, I've seen there <br />I've been there and lived here, <br />If Ruth will be just a girl <br />send her to the planet of girls.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/planet-of-girls/
