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 hide their faults from day to 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 countless lives begin to fall.
When trees grow few, and deaths increase,
The world will lose its hope and peace.
Then you will sadly understand,
Why thousands die across the land.
7.28pm 22 Dec 2025
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