Apr 2020
I asked the trees how they felt when humans are caged in their homes,
At last we breathe freely,
The sun and rain has time for us.
The moon and the stars play with us instead of romancing with them,
Nature is being nourished,
Less pollution.
Only one thing frightens us,
Humans craze of hoarding toilet paper.
12/4/2020
At last we breathe freely,
The sun and rain has time for us.
The moon and the stars play with us instead of romancing with them,
Nature is being nourished,
Less pollution.
Only one thing frightens us,
Humans craze of hoarding toilet paper.
12/4/2020
Toilet papers are made from hard or soft trees and chip wood.
(72/F/Tanzania)
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