Once i was a tiny seed,
Mother Nature cared for my need,
I grew up as a shady tree,
Now my age is just three.
I have branches so many,
For children to play in company,
I feed worms with tiny figs,
I make homes with tiny twigs.
I stand for resting herds,
Also for the poor shepherds,
People breathe the air I give,
Why don't people let me live!?
For visiting my blog
