Trees of Splendour

Looking at the trees
Makes me see
All the love of nature
From my seat

Green, beyond words I can say
With no limit, shall it stay

As it moves, back and forth
Rests within, beneath our soul!

Dear God! as I said
Staying green like a plant

All the wood cutters make me sick
As they cut the trees I love since

They give food and oxygen for our life
So I love them from the very sky

Trees of splendor I shall see
To let you and I live in Prosperity!

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