The wandering soul of the man prayed
May a new life and body be blessed as human
Which I can see the trees that I planted
In the barren land somewhere in seashore
Which I can identify with my eyes
Which I likes to see as the good shaded ones
I done the best of service to all
In the scorching sun these trees might have helped
The wandering soul requested with a prayer
I likes to be reborn as a wonderful human
With strength and mindful attention to nature
To question the encroaching upon barren lands
And felling trees as similar to poaching
There I wish to request and prayer to thee
The trees should be protected with all your blessings.
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