Hindi version 2880
Punjabi version 3332
We breathe each day because of trees,
Now those same trees bring fear and unease.
To chase away the fear they feel,
People cut the trees that help them heal.
They ignore the wrongs they daily make,
Ancient trees begin to break.
Why don’t they see their foolish way?
Why turn their eyes from faults each day?
Still there is time to stop and see,
What should be done, what should not be.
Why panic over matters small?
How long, how far will forests fall?
You’ll understand when truth stands tall.
When lives are lost as trees grow few,
Not one or two, but many too.
At that time, you will not understand
Why people are losing their lives in thousands.
7.28pm 22 Dec 2025
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