No Trees Left Poem by Emma Rose

once on a early winter morning
i picked up my scooty
was riding on the city roads
i saw..
there were buildings
houses, schools, shops, palaces.
there were vehicles
cars, trucks, bicycles..
then i suddenly looked at the sun
the rising one
who was waiting for my glance.
he smiled at me..
i gave him a flying kiss.
we two fall in love.
there were trees along the way
so we started playing hide-n-seek
but play couldnt last.
for on the way ahead
there were no trees left.
Alas! no trees left.