Kind People

Look around Something must be found Either in eyes Or with nature’s cries Something will be heard Pain with crying words “Do not cut us, co not uproot us” We are here for long no harmful cause Just lend ears Have no more fears It is just a murmur Nature tries to whisper You are preferring morning stroll Sit under tree for fresh air and call You may hear” o dear son “spare us Leave everything behind and trust It is not late yet Let all destructive ideas not seal our fate We are liberal and kind people Let us hear far cry from jungle