I am little bud
I wonder who I am
I hear wind
I see only ground
I want to see above ground
I am little tree
I pretend bamboo
I feel envious
I touch my physeal plate
I worry about the fact that I'm short
I cry everyday with fear.
I am bamboo
I understand I'm not tall
I say I'm always not happy
I dream to be happy
I try to see over the sky
I hope satisfy in now
I am perhaps greedy
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