Long tribal enmity is never encouraged,
But nowadays battles are always arranged.
Old small pueblos and short ways
Everything was allowed other than brawls.
Lively and lovely children were playing.
Everything is fresh: and ready with overwhelming sun,
An air with stress blew, returning indebted for helping.
Trees were dancing with the resentment of serenity,
The leaves were bowing with love,
Pouring the sweetness of luciois fruits.
They were dancing with the ruthm of wind(singing),
The peace is never to be disturbed.
White clouds covering the darkness of the sky,
Like ever human covering the aggression,
With the hunting of love and kindness,
Characters changing their roles like,
Chameleons changing colour, some,
Red, orange, white.
Daffodils blooming to the sun like the act of human,
Sunflowers turning faves towards the sun,
Rose opening giving the fresh, new life of love and hate,
Just like the long life of trees,
Long road if friendship is to be walked,
Wrapping up the feelings and emotions everything ended.
A/N: Hi! Everything in this poem is human nature and our acts, please don't take it as real eco system. And it is because I love trees and plants and beauty of nature so it is my habbit.