In the creation of the Lord Almighty, the Great God
Humans or animals, trees or plants, happy when young- my Lord
It is Thy making and as a sapling I am very happy
That I will be of great help to the humanity as I grow!
To provide shelter to the men and animals, give food
To all the living beings with my fruit sweet doing good
We sing when we are at peace and ease all around
I sing that you are all here to take care of me abound.
In a big storm my elders unable to stand the dance
Of wind fall- till I come of age, flexible I am -no chance
Of my falling -flexible among you survive- the rigid not
Come on let us all sing together for the welfare in our slot!
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