TREES
One tree smiled.
One tree cried.
The smiling tree said,
“I give fruits, vegetables,
Medicines and wood.
Birds come to my branches
To make nests
And to get food.”
The crying tree said,
“I can’t give any of these.
Birds can’t make nest
And no home for honeybees
Can be made in my leaves.”
The smiling tree asked, “Why?”
“People are cutting and burning me.
I am full of sorrow, can’t you see?
Who will come to me, Oh!”
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