According to legend, there was once only one tree on earth. Human beings have countless conjectures about this tree: whether it is lush or sparse, whether it is tall or short, whether it is thick or thin... We have no way of knowing.
This is not a tragedy for a tree, but a tragedy for the entire human race.
This will be a poem that reflects on the current situation of the environment. It will not go through detailed character descriptions, nor will it have ups and downs of emotions. For me, it is a straightforward narrative, aiming to state an unchanging fact.
Intention: What we had in the past, there is nothing today