my trees has grown so tall
trunk is so big it won't fall
i remember when i used to trim
those small branches leaning
now shelter me from bright sun
so as birds that come around
am worried they'll cut them
give way to big playing field
but where are kids nowadays
besides stuck to their gadgets
i wish they'll be that forever
for my trees are great lover
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Well articulated and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Manonton.