The Radio
I am living in a small village; my father told to me;
Do not be a man like the Radio,
Live with the nature and hear the sound of tree.
That is the common way a man should be;
Nature has the big power and you should know;
But learn more by yourself, do not believe me.
As growing up; I can hear and see,
"Develop the better nature" what the Mayor wows;
And show-off to cuts down the trees.
Who can stop him; no, no, nobody;
No one can stand up and say no;
Villagers have to say yes same as me.
Everyone become the Radio slowly slowly,
Just complaint quietly as a broken Radio.
No, What I can do, I have to re-plant the trees.
With hoping that the trees are growing strongly;
To change village to the good development circle,
Things need to change; Radio, People and Me.
How to Change? Just listen to the Trees.
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