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Trees are uncommon things in the desert
The common color you see is white brown
Where you account it as dried granule bones
For a long tedious pounding and eroding of time
Once upon a time lush green valley of lively hope
Now hopeless, devoid vast hot, empty valley of mirages
Its agony bring sandstorm and whirlwind to human
Telling as the lesson of negligence to conscience
Now, people suffer mightily the vengeance so deep
Causing global warming, abrupt quick weather pattern
Wise men they said the world damage is irreparable
Is there any chance we can avert or recuperate ill manners
Yes we can, the last thing that Pandora's Box left is hope
As long as there is life, there is hope we can achieve
I see there are many eyes that always sees green
Just to think of it, if this Seven Billion people one day
Will wake up and have this green eyes of loving green
Initiate to plant trees each one each day in all barren land
What do you think the world will be like, is it nice or not
Just to think of an oasis, a lake in the midst of a desert
A new villages that sprung up in barren land, a new society
A new city, a new bursting metropolis in the midst of a new life
A new government that is newly installed, a new culture of hope
Just think of it, if people will love back their first love
Loving the nature is restoring and helping back its pristine beauty
This is one way of loving God, loving our fellowmen as you love yourself.

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