Pain of rain, again and again
A drought in gift, always to gain
Trees destroyed, difficult to avoid
To catch some clouds, solutions in devoid
Slogans are flying, trees are crying
To change our mind, are we really trying
Greenary is beauty, a sign of prosperity
Realising this truth, let's perform our duty.
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