Forest is like a mother. As a mother holds a child, forests embraces us and our land. However, that mother-like forests are suffering. Because of forest fires, because of pine wilt disease, the forests and the trees are moaning in pain. The mother’s heart is breaking because of overexploitation. We planted our forests but not once took care of them. They are suffocationg, suffering, and dying. We have to build our forests like real forests. We have to take care of our trees like real trees. Only then will our mother forest become rivers and mountains of embroidered silk, only then will our country become a pleasant nation, a beautiful nation. Let’s take care of our forests with love and affection. Let’s build our forests like real ones.


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