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NATURE
Oh, my dear trees
Oh, my dear trees
You're the beauty of nature
You are the kindest things
You do not harm, you are the best
I know you are simply grow
and you spread a shade for sleepy
and gather birds among Your branches
How wonderful you are?
I know, you help the people
And wood to make our houses of
and leaves to burn hallow
and new buds grown in the Spring
You are the last to hold the light
When the evening changes into night
And when a moon floats in the sky
Grow trees and be like them to shine everywhere
The God was created trees
So, don't we killing the trees
Go to the woods and hills ! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.......
