Ode To Trees

By Sejal Aarunya

https://youtu.be/GqRCzbWIZlI

Just like that another Silver Birch was cut down

Soon, all the rosewood will be gone

The world would become barren and brown

Then, who would man count on?

These shrubs were always there when

Thou needed it the most

But you were ungrateful in the end

You came and cut it to keep you warm in frost

You never regretted your crime,

Never heard their silent cries

Without hesitating you cut that pine

And all the birds on it took to the skies

Did you ever think about the Neem,

Who gave you life?

Or the mango in the suns gleam?

Did you forget them in your spite?

No, they do not belong to you

Not killers like you

They are the forest’s/f

Of the animals and birds

If you did not stop spreading towns

And killing prawns

The world would become barren and brown

Then, who would you count on?

By Sejal Aarunya