(…Don’t know how it grows…)
You go to talk with the little bird about the tree it lives in.
The little bird talks about the tree and fruits it bears.
The bird tells you with joy that the tree is its.
So you are surprised.
Did you just say the tree is yours?
“Of course, I live here. It’s mine. You see?
It grows up every day. So do I. We grow up together.
When I find fertilizer and drop at its root,
it becomes stronger and bear fruits, you know?
I’m so glad. I’m so happy
when it bears fruits.
But when aphis and worms swarm it,
I’m sad. I’m worried about my tree.