I'm just another tree...

You want I was like the fir tree, green,
Always green both in winter and in autumn.
You wish I was flexible as a willow,
So I could without a break to bend.
But I other tree.



If a plane rip off from the trunk of the skin
To cut it dry, and then painted,
It can climb the mast of the ship ocean,
Can be born red violin, a spear, a red or white deck.
And I don't want to have me skinned.
I don't want to be dyed, dried, bleached.
No, I don't want to.
Not because I'm better than other trees.
No, I didn't say that.
I just another tree.

They say that if the trees lie in the ground,
Then they turn into coal, bituminous coal,
They are long burning without burning, and it gives heat.
And I want to reach into the sky.
Not because I'm better than other trees, no.
And I'm just another tree.
I'm such a tree. published





@ Gregory Pozhenyan

P. S. And remember, just changing your mind — together we change the world! ©

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