I pass by him, curiously, "Why you cry?"
"No ONE cares for trees...", he sobs, "They will die..."
I ask him, seriously, "Can I help?"
He raises his eyes, watery, "Will you cry with me?"
I answer him, frankly, "We can heal the trees."
He shakes his head, disappointed, "Unless you love them..."
I have love, for trees, "How much love they need?"
He looks around, distrustful, "ONE is not enough..."
