I have a dream to mend the past
Make my city green
Woods around, shade of green
Wiff of air fresh as morning dew,
I want all back
....city of my dream..
All green where birds perch on trees
Little Sparrow chirp, butterflies flutter wings
I want every window of my city
Have radiance of trees, brilliance of green
Humming of cuckoo,peck of woodpecker
I want to see
Rains kissing the leaves,
Sunbeam gleam through leaves
Before touching carpet of my city green,
I wish
we all breathe again
Air permulated by breathe of tree
In my city green.
I
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