Dying trees

by hanisah   Nov 23, 2007


Long time ago,
during nights and days,
we watched you being pampered and raised,
we gave a place for you to play,
we gave you shelter when it rained,
but then, everything changed..

unlike during the 80's,
now, there's no longer honey bees,
neither flowers nor juicy fruits that used to be,
no longer can we sway with the gentle breeze,
no longer clean, fresh air for you to breathe,
because what we are now,
are just dying trees..

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  • 17 years ago

    by hanisah

    Tq! tq! i'm so0o..happy! =)

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