That’s my tree, I love it, that green plant, I sit on it and draw
Memories of when I draw on the ground among flowers and trees
Take refuge in the isolation of stunning nature
I breathe the nectar of the flowers, I hear the chirps of the birds, what a blessing the fresh air breezes are, that is my land, preserve it. The moments of the cool breeze revive me as water revives the crops. These are my Lordâs blessings upon water, air, crops, trees, and roses. My God, increase these blessings upon us.