First Wave

Seed

I thought you are so brittle

'cause you'ld be forev'r little

But if then, you are planted

You'll grow as big as you want.

Someday, you would be a plant.

I know if i will eat you,

I would still be hungry. Shoot!

Waiting you to produce fruit

And I'll chew it with my tooth.

Now, you are taller than me

From the hill you sight'd the sea

Then I will call you tree.

Broom! Broom! Broom! The chainsaw's noise.

You'll be cut 'cause you've no choice.

Prit! The officer whistled

And you will not be for sale.

Thank God to that officer

And for that your medal will

Be giv'n now not later.