Tree, Grass and Soil

The tree looks down to the grass and said

The bird choose me to be home

The child plays in my strong branches

The farmer will rest in my shade

And lovers do come to grave their name

The grass looks up and envies the tree

I’m just a grass the children steps on

The farmers always removed and burn

And no lovers will lie without a blanket

Then a storm came

The soil said

Tree you look yourself so High

Grass you look yourself so down

But now you’re both on ground