Blades of grasses touching my feet.
O! How gentle they are!
Like hiking on the floor of heaven
But after walking some distance;
My eyes caught the obscurity.
Why the trees have been cut down?
‘Is there no soul here?’ I called out.
‘No’ the echo responded.
I observed around to perceive a tiny sapling,
Determined to endure in the desert.
I knelt down and tears rolled down my cheeks,
And I said ‘Borrow my tears and rise up!’