Let Me Live
Once I was a tiny seed
Mother nature cared for my needs
I grew up in to a shady tree
Now my age is twenty three
I have branches so many
spreading its shade for children to play
I am home for creatures small
And as well a for the resting birds
people breathe the air I give
Then why didn't people let me live?
by avanthika.rajesh
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