My lovable tree,
My carbon sink
With your lolling leaves
You lick lethal carbon,
Like lord Shiva you drink deadly poison
And gift others with life-giving oxygen,
Bear silently the scorching sun
And heavy downpour
To protect all who seek your shelter,
With your shade on my head
Fear flees being defeated and afraid,
The wind under my wings
A guide by my side, highly inspiring,
In your company hope hops happily flapping its wings,
Problems vanish and life takes a new turn with a fresh meaning,
In my darkest hours you're my pole star my dear dad,
Your words are my sacred scripture, you're my living God.
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