A tree is helpless
For it cannot run away
When it is being cut down
Cutting a tree is like
Removing the crown
From the earth’s head
It challenges the fury of storm
Stand boldly
It can convert the land
Green even in the desert sand
It inspires us
To serve others
The needy or the helpless
Makes all fresh
What ingratitude man shows
Towards our best friends
But the time has come
To think over
Our duties like the tree
That never reveals its anger
And saves from danger
Let us do our part
And save our best friend
From the sorrowful end
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