I was small and free,
to go to the nature and the TREE;
I thought it’s canopy is in sky, and
climbing it can take me to that high;
I dreamt of touching those green balls like a fly,
wondering how water came inside it and why;
Aiming for the green ball I tried,
kicked it’s trunkĀ  a hundred times , got hurt and cried;
And now when it comes in my sight,
It reminds me of that child, very innocent and bright.

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