I wrote this when I was 17 and could barely speak English (I'm Czech). Putting it here just to remember the better days. Enjoy. :)

The Valley where the rain rose from the ground
There lies a tree, its branches dead and dark
A little fairy makes a hapless sound
While on the mountain wild dogs loudly bark
There was a spring, the tree was born and fresh
There were green leaves, brown wood and purest creek
There was the summer, life in all the flesh
There was the joy and no one could be weak
Then came the autumn on the wings of wind
The tree was broken, branches fallen down
Here comes the winter, leaves in snow are pinned
The highest mountain has an icy crown
A brand new tree is born then, in the spring
With golden leaves, so hear the fairy sing