When the sun blossom the day
When the moon brings night
I see the graves
Of the friends I had before
When the climate changers
When spring turns to summer
There are no happy birds
to sing and dance
The air is always black and dusty
The rain is not here when I need
The sun is not here when I want
But still I am the source of life
As the only living tree
Left alone in this grave
The only wish I have and had
is that someone like you would save us All...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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