The tree,
The gift of nature
The gift of god
Tree that gives and bears
...
I often think of life
What’s really life?
A thing to enjoy or to waste
To love or to hate
...
THE MAN’S WHOSE EYES ARE CLOSED EVEN IN LIGHT
THEY DOES MANY WRONG BUT DOES NOT SEE IT
THEY THE BLIND IN SEEING THE PAIN
THEY CUT TREES BUT DOES NOT SEE ITS SUFFERINGS
...
Deforestation
The tree,
The gift of nature
The gift of god
Tree that gives and bears
Have its own tears.
In seeing his friends
Being it cut
Flows His tear drops
He thought
'My friend goes
But doesn’t come;
One day we all will go
and I too will go
And you the man will
Be bereft of us