The Long Journey... From Tree To Me - Paper Poem by Jannavi Rout

Long ago the ancestors of mine
The tree trunk was hard &the leaves did shine
Those birds' songs were alive
And those who heard, danced the jive
But what to tell, those savage stole
The trunk & the shelter & the comfortable hole
These prisoners were imprisoned in the factory with their duplicates
Who could understand them except their mates?
The savages are forgetting the boon named tree,
due to which they are living free.
Because of trees, I am there,
And because I am there, your knowledge is there.
But what use of that knowledge which,
spreads by just the on switch?
It is the request of this descendant,
Please keep your mind & heart attendant.
Give gift of life to the boon
And have a happier life soon.