The Shadow Of A Tree At Sunset

How beautiful the life is if it's a cartoon film? He dreamed that he was a flamboyant tree in a lonely park. Do you believe if he says that he cries? Yes my dear, huge trees too cry sometimes. But the tears not valued at all. All his tears clotted and turned into diamonds, as it's a dream. Then he saw the greedy men come and pick those into their sacks. He knows that his lengthy shadow won't long last. Let them fill their pockets and one day they realize, Those are not diamonds but tears. * Like wind we go nothing in hand.