I am a tree
Sprouted at the backyard
When I am full of leaves
Humans, for shade, come to me
When I am in flower
They admire me
When I bear fruits
They stone me
When I shed leaves
They curse me
When I am grown
They cut and chop me
Birds and Squirrels
In all seasons and clime,
Never expecting a dime,
Steadfastly love me.
They leave me full of glee
But from men, I would rather flee
A Beautiful poem with indepth meaning. Beautiful way you have compared life to a tree. At last the tree is cut and chopped off after utilising it to the maximum extent. When nothing is left, its chopped and sold for dime. Birds and squirrels never expects anything, they love whereas the last lines But, from selfish men I would rather flee. Fantastic write. Beautiful flow of words. Loved reading it.
Great verse on cruelty of human being expressed by a tree..........Valsa.............nicely penned............
Tree wishes to flee. Tree takes all abuse yet it performs its duties. Nice and simple. Thank you.
Indeed! man is enemy of nature and evironment, you personified tree beautifully, Thanks for sharing this environment friendly poem :)
Trees of all living things are the most patient and enduring. This marvelous poem conveys in beautiful detail what benefits we can derive from them and how we abuse their generosity. A one of a kind write. A wonderful tribute to trees embedded with a punch on those who just take them for granted. Beautifully written with compelling imagery.10++
Considering self as a tree and motivating life with greater purpose is definitely an interesting act. Revisiting this poem I am truly glad. Birds and Squirrels in all seasons depend on tree. An interesting verse is beautifully penned.
A tree when full of lovely leaves is beautiful tree. Tree is symbolic motivational scene for a human life. When a person is full of memories and members then he is just like tree. Tree selflessly loves and serves. This poem is definitely treasured with time. An interesting revisit is done toady to this poem.
The lament of a tree has been asutely and depthly inscribed. When trees bear fruits men throw stones at them yet trees give fruits. They cut often the branches when trees grow. Beautiful poem amazingly shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, yes, Valsa, a point cogently made!