Am a tree,
On the shore of a sea
Waves rise and fall,
Straight I stand
Thousands of waves come
And I watch them going
Had I been a man of days
Earned a lot from the waves
Built my own house
Hot days of May and June
Icy nights of December and Jan
Saved the man
Now am a old
Me to cut and crush
Man arrives,
With several schemes,
Keep mum,
Like spectator, listen and see ,
Motionless I stand.
By cutting, chair would be made
Table would be shaped,
Sitting on thy throne,
Ruller would make a lot,
And might destroy a lot .
But far my own sake
Nothing could I make.
Because am not a man
And I don’t want to be