The Wonderful Friend. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Trees, big and small trees
Large branches that gives shades
Even for an aggressor who cuts it
And makes a handle for ax
And to cut and remove the same tree
Forgives with love and shade it gives.
Trees nature's great gift to man
From the so called cradle to grave
Humans indebted to tree the species
To make homes, ships, furniture
Trees ever friendly suffers a lot
Their sacrifice for humans great
Withstanding pressures of wind
Withstanding floods substantially
Giving asylum to birds, flies, squirrels
Giving sweetest fruits for all
Surrendering itself for costly wood
Which in fact its body and soul
Trees a good friend and well wisher
The millions finds their bread in trees
Never hesitate to plant trees
And replace ten for one proportion
When one cuts and removes from earth
Plant another ten in place of it
From birth to death tree a good friend
From cradle to grave a companion
Blessed are they who plants the trees
blessed are they who gives water, and manure
To the trees with such reverence in mind
Trees, their blessings always relevant
The silent souls standing in earth
The suffering cruelty of selfish men
Making display board exhibition nailing it
A cruel method ever to the trees
The large branches with millions of leaves
The space it donates to birds to nest
Trees wonderful friend of world itself.