I come from the nature.
hoping for a nice future..

I grow and grow with aims.
but everyone uses me for games...

Peoples say oh! good good air..
but carpenters say wood wood for chair..
I have lots of wishes to fulfill..
but i die without seeing my pupil..

To you i bend and blow..
And plead with a voice so low..

Please don't kill maybe turning me to coal.
I'll grow till old till i reach my goal....!!!

             Submitted by 
                            Ruchi Roy
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