Granting us to prosper
fresh....
in Roadsides
by the Mighty Emperor....
Showing care with fain
sprouts
our leaves
by the heavenly rain
Giving shadows,
soft breeze
to you
Like lovely meadows
Sheding leaves
in Autumn,
in turns Spring
sprouts our leaves
A kind of rebirth
in spring
fills joy and
gives us new worth
Facing these situations
in Roadsides
for double dozen years
passing many occasions
Now standing as lovely
GIANT...
with branches
grown widely
Years rolled, mankind
Giving pressure
to the Earth
becoming unkind
Using Bore machines
Sucking.. Sucking..Sucking..
Water ...
Cutting our branches
Using chainsaw
to cut
but we, TREES,
remain woods to your child's Seesaw
Causing us cruel pain
pushing to live
as half souls
henceforth , there will be NO RAIN
We , wood,
were burnt
in poor men home
for their daily food
No worries
for you
In celebrating Arbor day
in all countries
Oh! Men answer us,
answer us
for the question
"CAN WE CUT YOUR HANDS INTO PIECES?"
