So I frequently go
To a forest deep
At jet black night
And touch a root
And request it
Even for a moment
To take me in
After all trees are not stone
Neither they are jealous
Nor they show their grabbing attitude like men
They are judicious
Sympathetic and full of love
More hospitable for a man
Than a man for a man
Oh tree, even for a moment
Please take me in.
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