It is like
It is like killing a child
If we cut the trees
We leave with the timber
The trees spend shadow under the burning sun
They give us fruits
They give us food
They give us place to rest
The childrens place to play
even air to breathe and fuel to cook
The difference between you and us
The old trees belong to us
You want the trees for money
We want to keep them alive
If we cut
It is like killing the earth
We only have those one
Zäzilia Mayr
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