Once upon a time,
there lived a girl who used to write rhymes.
In that village with no crime.
she holds the pen like a dime.

from her window, she watches trees
and talks to them like whispering.
she wants to hear, what they feel.
she wonders how they make their meal.

As time passes, she grew as a woman.
Now she realizes the worst creature is human.
they took all of what they can,
they don't care for tree's lifespan.

they cut them out of the root.
for all their command they find pursuit.
the tree stands ready to be shot,
still giving every bit of it, being mute.