A Big Curse Day

Among the follies of mine Born out the best of the worst Calling itself a curse Doing the deed of killing a plant Enemy have I become to you O mother Forgive my mistake! Great indeed are your resources Helpless now they are Incinerated under my lust Knowledge has betrayed me Like it usually does in caring for you Mute shall not my soul stay Never again will I do this Big Crime O mother I shall Promise to pay Respect to your wealth Such that it shall stay The treasure saved for the brighter day Undoing every jab on a tree Very humbly I say With one resolution to see X-ray of the sun Zealous I remain to plant and not to pluck.