Tree Cry

The soft, and cool breeze passes,

Where I am and my companion belongs.

Save from scorching sun and dust,

Along with my kith and kin.

Give you fresh atmosphere,

We accumulate, all the odds of yours.

Give you shade, and shelter.

Our greenish is your life.

When you are alone,

Sit beneath us.

We give you company,

Without disturbing and whispering.

In the winter, chilly cold

At that time you hold.

Our precious parts, feel you warmth

We behold, and become coal.

We never occur a single word,

Masses and masses,

Make us hurt,

Then also We keep mum.

My community is at stake,

You are taking ours’ life.

For making yours’ life bright,

In which megalomania, you are!

If We will finish,

Then can you survive.

Our pain, you can’t see

There is bleed,

When your weapon’s struck us,

When we see our family in pain,

Then all sing chorus cry,

But that cry can’t hear

That bleed can’t see

But that pain can’t feel.

Is doesn’t mean

That We are not a being,

We are not a being.