Nature Making

I heard the brains holds less
When there is nothing to see
So how do trees live long?
Even with an axe at their roots
Standing strong amidst the waves
Blowing air, throwing leaves of good tidings
Whispering many matters to the earth
Showering berry fruits to the birds
Deity talking, ambience interference
O, I heard the trees holds less
When there is famine for all
So where do the seeds go
During the dry and blinding times?
All they do is swing smooth,
Rolling down to the oath of nature making, nature hearing.

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