After a long time,
Out of my city,
I went to visit my sister,
Who lived down the street.
Once which street was full of trees,
Now had no trees,
Everywhere you see, only lamps,
Surrounded by some concrete.
I was shocked to see this plight,
Of trees still being cut of varied heights,
Hey my friends, don’t cut the trees,
If you want to stay on the world which is light.
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