They come
And destroy the beautiful tree ruthlessly,
Still people praise them,
The young poet notices this painfully and becomes surprised,
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Someone whispers to his ears from his refined inner realm, " Never forget to depict The beauty and loveliness in your poesy, As that is always the soul of a great poetry." /// written beautifully; love is portion
Destroying the trees makes the environment a sad. Thank you poet