When skies were blue friends were true.
Quarrels were few.
From kinder garden we grew.
Love was all we knew.
But society transformed you
Who knew?
When the trees bore its fruits.
When farmers harvest their grain.
What do you gain?
When the fruits had ripened.
When the farmer ploughs.
He reaps what he sowed
Your tree was known for the kindest
Whatsoever happened?
The blossoming tree now withers
It stands naked
It’s like a car without wheels
A man without a purpose.