When I was young I used to grow Had lots of leaves My trunk was strong My skin was terse I was very proud of Now the river Just peels it off Life is harsh All trees know Burning sun And dry dry soil But no one told me That death was harsher Some trees die slowly Instead of suddenly I feared the axe Prayed for the wind I feared to burn Oh, how naive! Now I am old And the water flows My skin peels off The river goes on. And I wish the axe And I pray for fire But all I get Is water, more water! #natureismagic