i was standing
atop a tree stump
with rings more
than i can count
reddish brown circles
chronicles history
could be century old
overlooking rice land
what could be reason
they cut them down
my question in my mind
i have goose bumps
just thinking how big
this beautiful tree
i could see reach
of its branches etch
on ground, good 50 yards
i cry in silence why
it has to go; i reach
saw dust left that scatters
sweet smell of living still
lingers in scents, i sigh
I cry in silence why it has to go'i reach saw dust left that scatters sweet smell of living still lingers in scents'i sigh- - - - -How mercilessly man cuts down a tree of 10,50 or 100 years without caring for what it gives to the living world.It breathes life to the environment.It is big, it is great.'I'.'WE are small creatures in comparison to the tree in terms of our contribution to mother earth.But we cut down trees in the name of development.Your use of the word I in small letter is perhaps to show our smallness..Thank you for sharing a beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Protecting environment starts with protecting trees....a nice attempt by you in promoting this awareness....