The trees are unusually quiet today
Not in their element I would say
The shameless breeze dare not tease
So lost are they in contemplation
Vagaries of life easily amuse them
Such as the passing
Of an old tree trunk
Axed to splinters… to pulp
Man, the intelligent species
Goes about inhaling fresh air
Morning walks are a fitness fad
Evenings a time to chit-chat
Too much of green is claustrophobic
A jungle fit for animals
A man must aim further than the moon
Trees are so passé,
Giving only shade and fruits.
1 comment:
thoughtful poem.. people have to consider about trees in this awful technological world..
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