S.O.S.

S.O.S.

Oh! Why do you kill me? What have I done to you? You know that you need me, Please realize this truth.

You chop me down, you cut me, Yet I never grudge. I bear it all in resentful silence, And try to smile as much.

How can you be so cruel? After all I do for you? I give you shelter, food and clothes, But you never hear my woes.

My roots which have grown, Over these prolonged years, Must give up their breaths, When the first slice of the axe sears.

The painful twinge of death, Pierces every part of me. You separate me from my mother, And think that you did succeed.

My life is taken away, By your unworthy hands. But you will moan when I am gone, When you ll need me, but I won t be at hand.

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