Global Warming And Protection(1) Poem by Chan Mongol

GLOBAL WARMING AND PROTECTION (1)
Poem by Chan Mongol
2000

I wish I can go back to the past;
To restart at least, at last!
To seat down in the shadow;
In density of forest and meadow.

Where are those trees who knew me;
Who Used to dance and used to see?
My true neighbors were my trees;
They blew air, oxygen, and breeze.

My playmates, they were;
With joy, comfort and real care.
Fruits were snacks, here there;
Nowadays, such are rare.

Like parents they said, oh my son;
Under the hot Sun, do not run!
Don't heat up your good brain;
You will need it in pain, in rain.

Why fatigue, why suffer;
Whom showing you are tougher?
Save the energy for future use;
Protect it to fight against abuse.

Heat can go in your head;
It is trouble, it is bad.
Sit on the mat under our fan;
I trusted those useful trees then.

Do not run, under the Sun;
To get headache is not a fun.
My friends properly hosted;
Whenever, I truly was exhausted.

I wish I can go back to the past;
To restart at least, at last!
To seat down in the shadow;
In density of forest and meadow.