A Ginkgo Tree
I’ve been thinking alone
After
the storm last night
Why did
I end up here?
In
this side of the road?
I’ve
never knew where I was born
Was
it here?
Was
it in the forest?
Or,
maybe in another place?
Did
the wind bring me here?
Or
maybe some insects?
Or
animals?
But
no, I think I was brought by humans
They
are using cars
So
the air gets dirty
Then
they use my kind
To
make the air cleaner
The
cars and the roads are so ugly
So
they are using me
To
make the scenery prettier
Silly,
eh?
Here
the autumn comes
The
times when the humans hate me
They
think I stink
Oh
hey you,
Yes,
you who are looking at me
Do
you hate me?
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