SEARCH OF A TREE
A tree,
Waiting for spring,
In the season of autumn,
The optimism is reflecting,
But in this age of mammonism,
This is being calculated,
In terms of money,
We are not taking fresh air, shade, flowers or medicines
But we are making money,
By cutting it from the root
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