We have received many gifts from nature
All these gifts are very precious
Their names are air, water, tree etc.
We can't pay their price
tree which we call
it has many names
They tolerate cold, heat and rain
But they never say anything
gives life to every creature
But they don't take anything in return
If we don't understand this in time
Even these silent trees have life
attack these trees before killing
How much gratitude do trees have in life?
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