Thursday, November 16, 2017

Oh trees,



Oh trees,

in the womb you nourished
kept us ever greenish
hence we could smile
with little whiff of wind

your love  ever we felt
we naughtly been frolic
never showed any anger
you lollyby ever us
by singing by birds beak

today why you wore us
yellow and red dress
with dew in your eyes
and sobs in you heart

Do we not good kids
or we felt as naughty bit
we try to be wise now
never make any nusiance

oh mother, oh mother
don't you weep rather
we will back in your womb
even we left farther