Tired of walking under raging sun
I sat under a shaded tree.
Feeling fresh, I looked when at heaven,
I heard the tree talking to me:
And still ye stop not felling trees,
Nor learn to share shelter, nor breeze;
Walking upon these fallen leaves
Be wary on what so much gives.
And tread ever so soft at once,
Be no ingrate you've ever been—
Fraudulent on favours of green,
Recall, ye sought their shelter once.
Beware, sun raging hotter still
You will have nowhere else to chill.
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Reflections | 03.08.15 |
Member: Drtony Brahmin Comment: Beware, sun raging hotter still You will have nowhere else to chill. Envoiornment and how we callously destroy nature. a wonderful poem for consientisation. tony Thank you for appreciating the poem. You're still in fair climate. In April we already experience 44-45 degree C. Environment and climate control are much bigger issues than we perhaps think. And a cool lesson might turn out to be too hot.
Beware, sun raging hotter still You will have nowhere else to chill /// yeah; beautiful lesson on global warming
Beware, sun raging hotter still You will have nowhere else to chill. Envoiornment and how we callously destroy nature. a wonderful poem for consientisation. tony ______________________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Member: Mahtab Bangalee Comment: Beware, sun raging hotter still You will have nowhere else to chill /// yeah; beautiful lesson on global warming Yes, Mahtab Bangalee, you know how hot we feel in April, and May and June yet to come, Thanks for the feedback.