I remember when life was sweet.
I danced with gorgeous tropical flowers on my body,
Like a great army of trees.
I sang with the sweet, colourful parrots.
Life was sweet; life is forgotten.

A time before awful machines came.
Before fiery chainsaws were made to haunt me.
Now all that is left is the remains of trees,
And rotten leaves and old tropical fruits,
That the animals ate before they fled.

Children! Come and find me.
For I am your inheritance.