Saturday, October 10, 2009


Of him when I thought,
To my thought more he brought.
He was a friend of mine,
This was our friendship’s sign.

Whenever he would cry,
I encouraged him to try.
He was my friend, a tree,
He was large, green & free.

It bore many fruits,
and had big, brown roots.
The cool shadow it gave,
During storms it acted brave.

Some people came to cut it with axe in their hand,
They wanted to make a factory on the land.
To see this when I cry,
My friend isn’t there to tell me to try.

Plant a tree, make a new friend.
Make this thing today’s trend............

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