TREES

                                                        

STILL WE DON'T UNDERSTAND;

THE HOUR GLASS IS FILLED WITH SAND;

WHEN WILL WE STOP OUR CRUEL HAND?

WHEN WILL WE MAKE OURSELVES KIND?

AND WHEN WILL WE CHANGE OUR STUPID MIND?

STILL WE DON'T UNDERSTAND;

TREES ARE OUR SAVIOUR , I TAKE THE STAND;

THEY ARE THE MAKER OF OUR LAND;

IN THE LOVE OF JUNGLES OF CONCRETE , WE ARE GOING BLIND;

WHEN WILL WE CHANGE OUR STUPID MIND?

STILL WE DON'T UNDERSTAND;

WHEN EVERYTHING WILL BE DESTROYED , WE'LL EXTEND OUR-HELPING HAND.

BUT OF NO USE , THAT  HAND WILL TURN INTO SAND!

DON'T GET SAD , JUST TRY TO FIND,

A WAY TO READ BRAILLE OF THIS KIND...