Psalm of a tree.
Under a tree I sat
Near a big Buddhist vat
Leaves were scuttling
Ants were rustling

I heard the tree cry
I didn't know why?

I asked the tree
Why it screeched
The tree replied that it was hurt
Because of human's curt

Its branches were cut
Just because of axe's rut

And after this it went to a long sleep
It died with a deep bleep


It left me in thoughts so deep
My emotions were in full leap
Pledge not to cut a tree
Let the trees smile not weep