Diary of a Tree
I danced with joy for a soft breeze,
Forefathers knows me by wisdom,
My numerous arms keeps you at ease,
My clans makes a wonderful kingdom.
My kind gives you fruits and comfort,
I protect you from the heat waves,
Yet, everyday I am outnumbered,
Your forefathers will lament from graves.
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