A Crying Tree Poem by Danish Sarfraz

Dancing, dancing all boughs,
bipeds prove the loving foes.

Sometimes love, sometimes hate,
can never be, true earth-mate.

My timber, leaves air used,
all attempts keep unamused.

Me provider and helping life,
me bleeding with man's knife.

The creator makes me fun in rain,
the man takes me in vanishing train.

My lovers dying day by day,
left alone on deadly Bay.

None wiping unshed tears,
all will end, if not fear!