Deforestation Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

In a land once green, where nature thrived,
Now stands a sight that makes me cry.
For the trees, they're gone, the forest's gone,
A sad tale of deforestation, all alone.

Birds mourn their homes, their songs now fade,
Silent whispers echo through the glade.
Animals, displaced and left to roam,
Their habitats lost, nowhere to call home.

The earth is wounded, her heart laid bare,
The consequences heavy, too much to bear.
Erosion strikes, the soil washes away,
Leaving barren lands where once life did sway.

Rivers weep as they dry and shrink,
The fragile balance pushed to the brink.
No shade to shield from the sun's harsh gaze,
The sunburnt fields, a haunting phase.

The air grows thin, devoid of trees,
Once fresh and pure, now tainted with ease.
Pollution lingers, shadows cast long,
A reminder of what went wrong.

Oh, the sorrow of the fallen trees,
Their loss brings pain upon the breeze.
A tragedy unfolds before our eyes,
As deforestation claims its prize.

Let this lament be a wake-up call,
To cherish nature, lest we let it fall.
For in these woods, so deeply scarred,
We see the price of disregard.

So let us stand together, hand in hand,
To heal the wounds, to protect our land.
And may this tale of sorrow we tell,
Ignite a fire, a forest's farewell.