Here it stands;
Among the little trees...
grows much fast..
But with not much ease.
The heat it bears
When the forest burns
The ash it breaths
Weighing tons and tons
The bites of those ants
Cutting each of the leaves
Must be painful
For all the little trees.
And don't forget the storms
And the deadly rains..
Hurling the whole forest
On this one from the lanes..
But still it stands
Unwilling...on the knees
You think you suffer..
But what about the trees?
