The God made heaven and the earth
And life is possible, we got birth
We try till death to satisfy thirst and hunger
But why you choose, this job o "wood cutter"?
The god balanced atmosphere
And named it nature
And inhabited to balance
Big and small creature
And life is here better and better
Feal the melody of life o woodcutter.
Forest you destroyed once
Is now barren and unable
And soil turned stone
Can't grow edibles
And creatures wandering here and there
Why you choose this job o wood cutter?
Save tree and promise self
And try full your life to mankind's help
One cut and ten three grow
O wood cutter, o wood cutter
Rajeev kumar
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