a poem i wrote....please critic so i can improve

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When i was 10 and small When i was barely 3 feet tall and my age is turning 10. I use to trek along the hills picking flowers, tapping fingers dancing along in wilderness I jump and hop and run afree, And used to climb the sturdy trees When I was 10 and oh! so small I felt free…I felt so tall I felt the passion burning bright Of small promise of gentle hands I dream of dreams a way too high As I Look unto a lover eye. I used to say a day will come And the kid in me will grow I used to say that come one day I will look straight to the heart of mine. That! So long when leaves are green And dreamers dreams are high. That! When birds still sings melodious Nesting in tress abundant with fruits. That! When water still springs in the forest Quenching the thirst of many fortunate. That ! when season has not yet ended. And years has not yet passed. That! When dreams are oh so simple And fairies still have their trust But trees weaken and became older And dreamers left their dreams uncut Few birds are now complaining Few now in cage are locked. Spring has dried and forest brown. And season changed its color fast. When I was barely 3 feet tall I used to illusion how future calls now I grow and my year’s double I beg the past to turn the table